Morgana rolled her eyes at Arthur's retreating form before turning her attention on her best friend. "Wake up, Gwen. I know you can hear me." She peered over, but carefuly away from, her friend. For all she knew Gwen was a bigger grump than Arthur in the morning. Things were typically they other way around. It was Gwen who came to tend to her when she'd just woken up, back in Camelot. She'd never been in a position to wake Gwen up so she didn't know what kind of person she was in the morning.
"Think of the pancakes and bacon and all the other treats. You don't want the boys to eat it all, do you? Think of the coffee." Morgana had become a bit of an addict since arriving. Though she preferred black tea a bit more, coffee with two lumps of sugar and the right balance of milk could make her toes curl in delight.