Merlin was humming a tune under his breath as he pottered about the kitchen in his shirt sleeves, setting out a tea trolley to wheel through to the library once Hecate arrived. It had been a while since he'd had company of an intellectual and magical level with himself, and he was looking forward to a bit of a tête-à-tête with with witch.
The kettle whistled just as a bell on the wall rang, and he glanced up at the open kitchen door. Nobody was sneaking in to his house, even if they were magical enough to bypass his front door. "Just in time," he called, taking the kettle off the boil. "I just opened a fresh packet of jammy dodgers."