WHO: Morgana and Open WHEN: This afternoon. WHAT: Looking for food. Marveling-or making a face at ... depending on the item-at modern stuff. WHERE: In the community kitchen STATUS: OPEN Ratings: TBD
It had roughly been two days since her arrival to this ... modern time. Morgana had spent most of that time with Gwen as they reassured one another that the other wasn't going to up and disappear any time soon. They played catch up. Or rather Gwen caught Morgana up on all that she'd missed out on. Lady Katrina. Arthur's giving back the money to those unfairly taxed. The witchfinder and Gaius nearly dying. Arthur defending Gaius. She tells her about the woman who challened Arthur into a duel and about many of the other tales that emphasize the fact that there is never a dull day in their lives. Morgana noticed a startling pattern in Gwen's tales. Mostly the consistancy of Gwen speaking admiringly on Arthur. Which was a shock but not something she pressed on (though she planned to). Especially when one considered how little Gwen liked Arthur just a year ago. However, Morgana knew better than anyone how quickly one's life could change in an insant. And she had noticed how much Arthur had grown in the past year.
What shocked Morgana the most was Uther's reaction to her being missing. She knew that he cared for her. They'd spoken of that at her father's grave. However, in wake of Gwen telling her about the argument she had Uther had had-though what it had been about Gwen didn't know since the other version of her hadn't seen it fit to share-she hadn't expected such a reaction. Not in the way that Gwen described it. As much as Morgana hated to admit it. It seemed that she had once again underestimated the depth of Uther's affection for her. Not that anyone could blame her. Even before the argument that ends up happening in the future and since their visit to her father's grave, the king had once again started to ignore her concerns. For a man who claimed to value her thoughts and to hold her in high regard, he paid her little attention if it didn't follow his ideal and wishes.
Her friend had given her a lot of food for thought. Dragons being released, potential .. step-mothers, Arthur slaying the dragon, sickness, and so many other things. They weighed on her brain but as much as she contemplated it all, they did nothing for her empty stomach.
Since arriving Morgana had insisted, really ... the way Gwen could be so stubborn at times it had taken a whole lot of insisting, to her friend that they weren't mistress and maidservant in this time. Just friends. Because here there was no Camelot. No kingdom, therefor no title. Which was easier said than done in telling Gwen that. She wasn't exactly sure that the other woman bought it but she'd let Morgana have her way. For now.
However, saying that she could take care of herself was one thing, actually doing it was another. Put her in a room with some bandits and a dagger and she could manage to make her way out. Ask her to figure out a kitchen and ... well, she wasn't clueless. She'd snuck into the kitchens in the castle more than once when she was younger. Furthermore, she was a fast learner. Still, some of the things and food were ... stranger than she would have expected. Needlessly complex. How many versions of these "chips" were truly needed if they were essentially the same thing?
Morgana had been shown around the kitchen and been given a set of modern clothing on her arrival. Thankfully new, not that she would have complained if they weren't. After all, they were a bit short on her but she hadn't said a word. Which is why she found herself on the way to the community kitchen in a pair of jeans, a ... tank top (she was rather sure that was what it was called), and a hoodie (she rather liked those). A look of determination crossing her pale features as she tried to figure out what she could get to eat that wouldn't cause a mess or burn down the kitchen.