"Because I'm a wizard, Lancelot," Merlin chided. He could tell he was going to have to work harder at this one. "Arthur didn't say anything. He doesn't even know I saw it. Look, pay attention." He cleared his throat, straightened his posture, widened his eyes to look as blue and mysterious as possible.
"Last night as I lay abed I was taken on a journey, into a dream of prophesy. In this dream I journeyed, deep, deeeep into the wild forest." He moved his hand in a mystical way and then unscrewed the top of the bottle. "There I saw there were three tests, and at the end, the GRAIL, glowing like the sun. And a voice called to me- Lancelot.... Lancelot...." He made a gusty sound like the wind blowing though leaves and then took a swig from the bottle.