The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It had been a week consisting of a real dearth of training. Beyond the archery practice, anyway. Swinging a sword around on Kellerman's grounds hadn't seemed too diplomatic a choice, and Arthur had been aching to get back to it the moment they set foot back on Fandom grounds.

Training in the salle that morning was, to put it mildly, spirited, although no dummies were involved for the occasion. Just long, precise drills, which Arthur executed with all the dedication and pleasure most people put into watching a good teevee programme.

... They had their ways, he had his, and with Merlin on the bench it was an otherwise utterly normal Monday morning.

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Third Floor Common Room [Monday evening]

[weldedtomyspine]

After a week of vacation, Jaime felt like he needed to do something. And since he also wanted to be at least a little bit social, that meant the common room. And that meant cooking.

So there he was, slaving over a hot stove. Well, standing nearby and watching a big pot of chili cook. That was sort of like slaving. Except for the part where he kept stealing bites and frowning. "This is so not spicy enough," he complained to no one in particular.

He started rummaging around in the cupboards looking for something to remedy that. But so far all he'd found were corn chips. Which... well, those were good too.

Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[wantstodirect]

Tony had a couple of pizzas and some bottles of pop out to celebrate the return of Darkest Night. He settled down on the couch to watch the vampire detective Raymond Dark and his eyes and ears in the daylight, James Taylor Grant, battle a cursed pie shop.

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