Arthur Pendragon (![]() ![]() @ 2009-10-10 18:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | arthur pendragon, guinevere |
Who: Arthur and Gwen
What: Slightly off reenactments of moments best left to script writers
When: Early evening
Where: Arthur's room
Arthur stared helplessly at the contents of the refrigerator, stomach gurgling at him as he spotted a variety of foods, hint enough that Merlin was back to his old self. The trouble was, Arthur never quite new how to prepare any of it properly. This was an especially large problem since Guinevere was coming over.
It was only made bigger by the fact that he planned on feeding her. Something.
Glowering, defeated, he tugged out a fresh loaf of brown bread from the breadbox and set it on the counter top, automatically taking the peanut butter off the shelf. This was a bad idea as far as ideas went. And how he'd come up with it wasn't any better. Casting an anxious glance at the clock, Arthur took his sweet time slathering peanut butter on the slices of bread, making sure none oozed over the edges and essentially rearranging the slices until they were perfectly even. This he garnished with freshly cut apples on two plates he was reasonably certain were clean.
All that he had left to do was fidget and wait.