Sixth Floor, Thursday Evening -- Merlin's Birthday Party

[bitchprince]

If Arthur had still been back at Camelot, the idea of holding celebrations for a servant's birthday would have seemed preposterous. But he wasn't, and it didn't, and if he were really honest with himself he'd admit he enjoyed it (or at least in as much as it involved picking out presents that made him fret some on the inside and yelling at people about getting decorations in).

The Sixth Floor was decorated rather decadently for a birthday party. There were some CDs of painfully carefully selected songs playing through the system - the ones Arthur had judged least likely to shatter eardrums (and maybe tending towards the classical and medieval).

And there was food. Courtesy of Francine.

Arthur didn't like half-measures much.

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Re: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

"Unlikely," Helen admitted. "I'm not welcome back there. At least not at this time."

Re: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Merlin rubbed the back of his neck. "Perhaps someday then?"

Re: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps," she said lightly. "But for now I shall settle for wishing you a good year."

Re: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Which is all anyone could really hope for!"

Re: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

"Indeed," she said with a laugh. "What more could there be?"