The Roof, Wednesday Evening Before Radio

[bitchprince]

Sometimes, he had to confess, coming up here had a certain charm to it. It reminded Arthur of the times he and Morgana, sometimes his father or someone else, would find themselves up high in the castle, the wind roaring past, and talking.

As always, he wasn't brooding. Or homesick. Or troubled over Merlin's future situation, should they actually return home. Or any other number of flaws that weren't his to recognise.

He crossed his arms and stared out over Fandom Town. He'd thought about bringing some of the ale, but he'd be drinking plenty with the squirrels later. Instead, he'd just exercise his right to be thoughtful.

[[ the roof is, of course, open ]]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"You'll like it," she told him. "There's s'mores cabins and s'mores campfire stuff, and the s'mores classes are almost more like s'mores games than s'mores classes."

[lovemykilt]

"And it'll be warm." That was a big thing with Priestly. "And people not wearing a whole lot because it's warm."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine blinked. "Well, yeah. People wear shorts a lot."

[lovemykilt]

"And girls in tank tops." Priestly grinned happily. "And bikinis or those gauzy skirt things. . . . Summer's the best."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine laughed. "The girls don't usually wear bikinis at the campground."

[lovemykilt]

"See, now that just makes me sad."

[thatsamilkshake]

"It's in the woods! Who wants to get poison ivy or bug bites in bikini places?"

[lovemykilt]

"But there's beaches!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Well, people wear bikinis on those!" She didn't, because come on, but some people did.

[lovemykilt]

"Well, just so long as there's some bikinis."