Merlin had been recovering since the demon had been defeated, spending most of his time resting and reading. He had improved leaps and bounds since then, but while his mind was growing restless, his body hadn't yet caught up. The few times he'd ventured out of the vault, he'd returned only minutes later, exhausted from just that small amount of exertion
He perked up when he heard his name, and spotting Mike, he set down his book and flashed him a friendly grin. "Hey Mike," he said - a modern greeting he was still getting used to. He had no idea what hay had to do with a simple hello, but it was far from the strangest custom the future dwellers had brought with them.
"A party! What a splendid idea." With effort, he hauled himself to his feet and moved to join him. "Is that what you have been doing? Brewing ale?" He peeked at the bottles. "We could all use some liquid cheer after the past ten days."