The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Unlike his tired mun Arthur was fresh and early back in the salle. Now that the weather had died down, he had a lot of exercise to catch up on. And he was devoted to getting that done right.

... Pity those poor training dummies.

Pity them greatly.

[[ open, but SP for the next hour as I head on home ]]

Comments

[bitchprince]

Well, we'll leave that one off. Don't want him to get startled and leap into the cake.

What? It was Merlin.

[thatsamilkshake]

< You have a point. > What? It was Merlin.

[bitchprince]

No surprises. You'll cater the rest?

Arthur could do the part that involved yelling at people. He was good at that.

[thatsamilkshake]

How good was he at sending mass e-mails? The earth trembled at that idea, it really did.

< Sure. Got something I've been meaning to try cooking for you guys for a while, even. >

Arthur should perhaps tremble too. He wouldn't, but he might should.