Banquet Hall, Camelot, Friday Night
Sep. 24th, 2010 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchprinceIt had been a week since certain... events. Arthur's position had been reinstated, and he had very, very subtly informed his father that he really did not want to know any of the details about his marriage bed.
Ahem.
(It had been harder than he'd anticipated to keep a straight face, which was probably relief.)
Now, King Uther had ordained a feast in Arthur's honour, to celebrate the return of his titles. The servants in the castle preferred to refer to it as the 'Thank-God-I-Am-No-Longer-Married-To-A-Troll feast', though none of them would be caught calling it such out loud. Perish the thought.
There was plenty of wine, there was plenty of food, and as the night went on, the nobles loosened up -- which meant the servants got to dip into their fair share of drink, too.
It was a good night.
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Ahem.
(It had been harder than he'd anticipated to keep a straight face, which was probably relief.)
Now, King Uther had ordained a feast in Arthur's honour, to celebrate the return of his titles. The servants in the castle preferred to refer to it as the 'Thank-God-I-Am-No-Longer-Married-To-A-Troll feast', though none of them would be caught calling it such out loud. Perish the thought.
There was plenty of wine, there was plenty of food, and as the night went on, the nobles loosened up -- which meant the servants got to dip into their fair share of drink, too.
It was a good night.
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Date: 2010-09-24 10:24 am (UTC)He'd had a fair bit of cider and wine, yeah.
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Date: 2010-09-25 04:57 pm (UTC)"Grapes? Melons?"
Why she was still asking that after the first response from a courtier who'd had three too many glasses of something, even Francine couldn't tell you. Probably because she'd had at least one too many glasses of something.
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Date: 2010-09-25 05:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-25 05:25 pm (UTC)Dammit, Arthur. Remember who you're talking to. And propriety. Remember that?
"...and Merlin."
Or you could just segue into sulkypants.
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Date: 2010-09-25 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-25 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 07:51 pm (UTC)Arthur was so insulted.
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Date: 2010-09-25 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-25 08:07 pm (UTC)No, Francine. Closet romantic.
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Date: 2010-09-25 08:08 pm (UTC)Excellent deduction. Sherlock would be proud.
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Date: 2010-09-25 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 08:24 pm (UTC)Not that he'd be helpful enough to explain it.
"I'm sure there's nothing wrong with them, mind."
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Date: 2010-09-25 08:39 pm (UTC)She looked down at the tray. "Melon is slang for mel--"
......
.........The world was a sad, sad place.
"NOT THOSE MELONS, YOU BIG ...PRINCE...DORK!"
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Date: 2010-09-25 08:43 pm (UTC)Arthur would know. He'd been busy intimidating them all.
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Date: 2010-09-25 08:47 pm (UTC)Then again, he might just answer that question.
"Katchoo will kill them if they try anything," she settled on.
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Date: 2010-09-25 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 08:55 pm (UTC).....See, now you got her on the slang, Arthur, it's no fair switching back to talking about the real ones.
"Those are just for Katchoo!" ...And the many, many people she would undoubtedly end up accidentally naked in front of during the rest of her life.
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