fandomhighdorms | Magic Reserves, Preserve by the Cabins, Wednesday Afternoon

The meeting today was in its usual place instead of the dreaded Danger Shop. There were even donuts! Because those made the past weekend melt away.

"Hello, everyone! Today we'll be trying a new exercise to work on communication," Merlin said, clutching a plate of non-crazy blue man making donuts close.

"Communication is very important," Karla added, shooting Merlin a glare that said, Share! He wasn't the only one who'd had a bad weekend and, dammit, she hadn't even turned into anyone! "We saw that in the last invasion, particularly. Whether it's information about our enemies' weaknesses, coordination, or just letting people know where you're going and when you expect to be back, keeping everyone informed and in the loop can make a big difference."

Tony had actually had a good weekend. Coincidentally (or not), it had been spent away from Fandom. "We're going to play a game to practice communication. It's called Telephone, and some of you guys might know it already. We'll give you a phrase and you have to pass it to the person closest to you, who passes it to the next person, et cetera, et cetera. The big rule today is that you can't speak out loud during this game."

[~~Wait for OCD.~~ Go for it!]

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"...now that is cruel."

"Or meat." Yeah, she went there.

Merlin narrowed his eyes at her. "You've made your case."

Not quite. "Or porn." Funny what spending the weekend as a you who forgot how to fluster will do for your ability to say things like that with a straight face.

And by that we mean she managed to go at least ten seconds without blushing.

"I don't watch it that much!" Yes he did.

Francine didn't have Gaius' natural advantages, but she could still make a decent stab at the eyebrow.

"...Some of it is good, alright?"

"Did I say anything?" Could she say anything, considering she'd both watched some of his and owned some of her own?

You know what they say about the quiet ones...

"Good," Merlin replied with a serious, porn-loving nod. "How are things other than... this weekend."

And sausage.

Aaskjdhaslkdjashlkj SAUSAGE. This is Francine not thinking about that.

"I gave Castiel the angel his first cookies ever - but I didn't get to see him try them."

"You could always ask how he liked them," Merlin suggested.

"I could," Francine agreed. "But what if he didn't? Then he'd have to feel all pressured to say something nice."

Merlin shot her a 'bitch, plz' look for that. Her biscuits were excellent.

And so were her cookies. Ba-dum-ching.

"Hey, he's an angel. He might have totally different tastes than normal people." Like Francine knew any of those.

"...bad tastes?"

"I don't know; I haven't tasted him!" She thought she was funny. She did not think she was dirty. This should surprise no one.

"I should hope not!" Hey, they talked about porn and managed to not blush. It was a win.

"...Yeah, that would be kind of gross. And also creepy; I don't just go around tasting people I don't have permission to. It's rude."

Pardon Francine while the ramifications of that sloooowly bgin filtering into her brain.

Merlin would just be over here. Turning red as he waited.

Because there were other images at the moment. slkjasglkjdjdlkjKATCHOO.

Three. Two. One.

"...That's NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

"I should hope not." Yes, he was still red.

"I--" There was really nowhere good that sentence could go. "I think I should take away your porn after all."

She didn't manage to say that without blushing, but at least she said it.