Misshapen pancakes were a better option than burnt toast, Arthur knew that all too well and if he wasn't entirely mistaken, which was rare and nearly impossible, he smelled bacon frying as well. Ignoring Morgana's smug expression was easy when he stood and threw on his discarded trousers from the day before.
The knock on the front door took him by surprise, as he was fairly certain everyone who should be there was already, but didn't bother checking on it. Merlin would do that well enough. Quiet talking could be heard and then laughter, but soon even that stopped.
He glanced from Morgana to Gwen and sighed. "Wake her, would you? I'm going to go and see who that was."
And having said that, he reached for the bedroom door and stepped out into the shared sitting room.