Steeling his nerves to make his way up to Francine's floor and then once again to knock on her door, Merlin poked his head slightly in to make sure it wasn't her roommate and he hadn't just made a fool of himself.
Francine looked up from her book at the sound, and scrambled upright when she saw him in the doorway. "Hi!" she said brightly, hoping to God Emmett hadn't told him.... anything, really.
"Mmmm, caffeine." Granted if she had to pick only one, she'd go with sugar, but hey, there was pepsi and mochas, so she didn't! "I guess you could put, I dunno, roast pheasant and gruel in them? What do you have to eat in oldeny days?"
"I wouldn't say gruel," Merlin replied with a grin. "More like a porridge. My mum made it quite a bit. You just add to the grain with whatever you have on hand and it's really not bad."
"All I know about porridge is it comes with peas, bears like to eat it, and I wouldn't want it after it's been sitting around in a pot for nine days," she admitted.
More so than usual.
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"Hullo, Francine!" He was there for a reason. A purpose. There was a plan to this. "Did you happen to need any defending against sweets?"
Smoooooth.
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"Francine--" And he froze up like damp hair on a cold morning.
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