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.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Haven't stopped me yet," Merlin shot back, grinning now as well.

[bitch_prince]

"I could stuff your mouth full of brownies until you stopped talking," Arthur said, thoughtfully, "But that seems like so much effort."

[bigdamndestiny]

"You could try," Merlin reminded him, smoothing his shirt still. This was taking a while.

[bitch_prince]

Arthur squinted at his hands. "I think it's smooth," he said, thoughtfully. And reached for another brownie.

[bigdamndestiny]

"You've got crumbs now."

[bitch_prince]

"I think I can survive some crumbs," Arthur told him, "Unless this dinner party is going to be far more interesting than I thought."

[bigdamndestiny]

"It's my job." And now it was done. Until Arthur got mess again.

[bitch_prince]

Liable to be within the next minute, at the extremes Merlin was taking it.

"So it is," Arthur agreed, biting down on the next brownie and getting more crumbs all over his shirt. See? Next minute. "How many of these have you had?"

[bigdamndestiny]

"Two... and a half," Merlin said, nodding seriously. "And some of the bread Francine made. Do you think we'll eat soon? I'm starving."

[bitch_prince]

"There'll be food soon," Arthur said, casting a look at the spaghetti, "Once she's finished killing it."

[bigdamndestiny]

"I suppose I could have another brownie in the meantime..."

[bitch_prince]

"Mm, yes."

Arthur finished off his own before sort of... settling back. "No chairs."

[bigdamndestiny]

"There's a couch," Merlin pointed out, taking his brownie over there to flop down gracelessly.

[bitch_prince]

"So there is," Arthur considered, after a moment, and got up to follow him. And also sort of flop on the other end.

[bigdamndestiny]

"It's a lovely couch," he said, not quite all there on the matter.