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[dragonsemrys]

Merlin has lettuce in his hair.

(It's not on purpose.)

One warlock scrubbing up by the fireplace. There's ale and some fruit with honey waiting for him when he's done.

[tinytag: BBC Merlin]

Comments

[a_lioness]

"Food fight?" asks the redheaded woman sitting in a nearby armchair, legs stretched out (not terribly far) before her. She has been watching him with mild curiosity, a small smile on her otherwise impassive face.

She is dressed nicely in black tunic, tight breeches and boots, in a fashion that might seem fairly familiar to Merlin, and has a well-made and lovingly maintained sword across her lap. A shirt of light mail at her feet looks as if it has been recently shed, along with a scarlet and gold shield depicting a lioness rampant.

[dragonsemrys]

"Got put in the stocks," Merlin says, giving his face a final swipe. "My lady," he adds when he sees her.

[a_lioness]

Alanna blinks.

"For what crime?"

Eyebrows raised, she extends an index finger and points at a bit of lettuce he's missed.

[dragonsemrys]

Merlin plucks out the lettuce, looks at it, and tosses it into the fire with a sigh.

"Mostly for being a terrible servant," he says, and if he sounds remarkably cheerful about it, well, he is a cheerful fellow.

[makesthings]

Sameth notices the lettuce first and then the fact that guy wearing it might be from a similar time.

He's in a nice but quite dirty linen shirt and very good quality breeches with boots,

"Um, you've got lettuce in your hair."

[dragonsemrys]

"Drat, I thought I'd got it all." Merlin scrubs at his hair with the towel.

[makesthings]

"Looks like its gone now. How'd it get there?"

He sits down and tries to see if there's anymore extra produce on Merlin.

[dragonsemrys]

"I was put in the stocks and people threw vegetables at me."

The turnips may have left bruises.