Morgana frowned very slightly at his description of Merlin before her mouth curved upwards when she remembered where she'd seen that description before. A blue and odd conical hat. However, not as strange as that red .. hat Arthur had made Merlin wear on his first day of service. He had been an old man in the picture and had looked absolutely ridiculous. Morgana grinned slightly, "That's an apt description of the pictures I've seen." It was interesting the things that were linked through dimensions. Merlin and odd hats. She wondered if the older Merlin's Arthur had anything to do with it. Because she knew that this one, once he got over being irritated with them all, would very likely prop said blue hat on Merlin's head if he ever found one.
Morgana's eyes widened when the fell on the keyblade that came out of nowhere. There was the slight impulse that she still had, to look over her shoulder, whenever someone did magic or something akin to it around her. She no longer, that she ever truly had, believed that Magic in and of itself was evil. However, it was difficult to push through the years of breeding that magic was a crime punishable by death.
When he shook her hands, Morgana found her attention being drawn to the weapon again. "May I?" She asked. Because her palms itched just to touch it.