Room 511, Friday Lunchyish

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine was feeling a lot more cheerful than yesterday, or at least a lot less like being a pillowfort hermit with only baked goods for company.

Besides, she'd run out of baked goods. Which is why there were lemon bars cooling on the windowsill. Cookies: not just for hiding under the covers with anymore!

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[bitch_prince]

Arthur, on the other hand, was starting to get rather hungry.

He'd even tried to go down to the cafetaria this morning. Never again. He'd rather starve than eat the slop that... thing... had slammed down onto his plate.

Unfortunately, with Merlin being as he was, that left him little choice but to go elsewhere.

So there he was. He knocked.

[thatsamilkshake]

Well, it didn't sound like a bird banging its head against the door, so Francine just called "Come in!" from where she was. That being, 'at her desk, sitting on her hands so she didn't go over and scarf down half her cooking before it even cooled down.'

[bitch_prince]

Coming in seemed to be a little more forward than was generally normal when you were dealing with a lone woman in her rooms, so Arthur pushed open the door slightly. "Francine," he said.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Arthur, hi." She walked over. "Merlin hasn't turned into something new, has he?"