Attn: Not!Arthurians

[fingersofleaf]

It's strawberry season!

And that being so, Percy has dutifully left an enormous basket for Cywyllog at her place at the Mansion, and now he's bringing an equally enormous basket for the girl who does his laundry. As usual, there's dirt all over him from weeding between picking, and grass seed in his ruffled red hair.

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[star_in_night]

Elaine has taken up residence in a smallish room on the second floor. The door, as usual, is closed.

[fingersofleaf]

Percy taps on it with his knuckles, trying not to be overloud, a little embarrassed. "Hi!" a soft call.

[star_in_night]

"Sir Percy? Come in." Elaine sounds not at all ruffled.

She's curled up on the wide couch with her head on Modred's shoulder and an arm around him, and a book in her lap that she automatically tucks out of sight between them.

[fingersofleaf]

So he opens the door and shuts it behind him, and looks up at her, and smiles and blushes. A lot. "Um, sorry."