A flash of blue caught Much's eye as he fiddled with a difficult fold near the head of the napkin cock, and he looked up, spied Merlin, and gave him a grin to hide the sudden and surprising jolt of nerves. The feeling that Merlin knew a whole lot more than Much did. Don't be stupid, he told his stomach. When's that ever put you off anyone?
"Hey Wiz, you're looking sharp," he said, waving his napkin art at him.