Who: Arthur, Merlin and later Bush What: Hopefully forcing Arthur to open his eyes. Where: The kitchen When: Now Warnings: Affectionate teasing.
Arthur shook his head. "Merlin, Merlin, Merlin," he sighed, smile playing at the edge of his lips. He was perched on a countertop, leaning back against the cupboard as he watched Merlin wrestle with the coffee machine. He still hadn't mastered it, much to Arthur's amusement. It was even worth putting up with the hideous coffee to watch him attempt to get it to work.
"It's really very simple," he said, grinning wider.