Who: Johncolour and Merlincolour What: Tasteplosion. When: 10/16 Where: John and Merlin's room Warnings: Amusing?
John slammed his back against the door that lead into his shared dwellings, thankful that it had been left ajar, as his arms were quite full. "Myrrdin," he called a loud upon his entry, turning once inside so he could walk forward deep into the depths of the lodgings. Trays were balanced upon one another, his arms doing a semblance of a balancing act, with only a partial aid from a simple charm to keep them a float. Upon the trays were delicacies of various shapes and sizes, nearly all of origin unknown to John himself. He had been certain to ask Lady Jane to identify all that he picked out and he was very excited. He had tried other assortments of substance during his feast with Sir Samuel the previous night, mostly of the various chocolate varieties, but this afternoon he was branching out.
He set the trays down and beamed largely. "Come, come, Myrrdin. We dine."