Rumor Gal Cabin Living Room - Thursday Evening

[once_a_traitor]

Merlin and Francine had handled the food. They'd even been so kind as to make special brownies for everyone with Chuck's oregano. The cabin living room was Edmund's work, with a low-set table in the middle for everyone to sit around on the floor. Now all that was needed was the attendees.

[OOC: For Rumor Gal cabinmates and their guests!]

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[bitch_prince]

Well, the low table set-up was somewhat new, but all Arthur could do was shoot it a slightly appraising look and then brush it off. Casual disdain was a skillset in and of itself, after all, and it didn't exactly take him long to manage getting a glass of wine from somewhere.

He rolled his shoulders idly. Wouldn't be a bad night, he was certain.

[bitch_prince]

Arthur considered him a little more closely. "Let's hope," he said, finally, reaching for one, "your stirring hasn't rendered them completely inedible, then."

[bigdamndestiny]

"I've had two, they're perfectly fine."

[bitch_prince]

"That doesn't really strike me with confidence, Merlin," Arthur confided, taking a bite out of the brownie.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Well?"

[bitch_prince]

"Well, I haven't died yet," Arthur opined, because that was nice, Arthur, really. He took another bite. "It's actually not that bad."

[bigdamndestiny]

"See?" Merlin beamed. "I knew you'd like them!"

[bitch_prince]

"Like is a very strong word," Arthur retaliated.

While finishing off the brownie, yes. This would end well.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Another?"

[bitch_prince]

Arthur shot him a look. "You are very eager about these brownies," he noted, "Please tell me this isn't going to escalate into further stirring."

[bigdamndestiny]

"Francine is teaching me to cook." Bake. Whatever. "And they're very good," He added, taking one for himself and splitting it between them.

[bitch_prince]

"I should start paying her for the danger she's putting herself in," Arthur said, idly taking the other half.

[bigdamndestiny]

"You're not paying my girlfriend."

[bitch_prince]

"Is there at least an armed guard there when you stir things?" Arthur asked, taking a big bite off his brownie before grinning at him.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Don't be such a prat," Merlin said, shoving his half of the brownie in his mouth to brush crumbs off Arthur's shirt.

[bitch_prince]

It was very relaxing, really, so Arthur was just going to keep on grinning at him. "Can't talk to me like that," he said, easily, and without any fire at all because the statement didn't really mean anything.