Morgana starts making high 'eeee!' noises and kicking her legs around. Gwen laughs, and Merlin and Arthur just trade tolerant glances that say 'we would never do that.'
On screen, Karl and Friedrich affirm their ever-lasting-(as-long-as-Friedrich-has-money) friendship as violins swell, and then Karl passes out.
"Awwww, he's so cute when he's all helpless!" Gwen says. "Don't you just want to hug him?"
"I'm hugging you, I don't need him," Morgana sniffs, peering out from over the blanket she's engulfed herself and Gwen in. "I like Jenny better, anyways. I think." Gwen just smiles. "Gwennnn," Morgana whines as the commercials come on. "Gwen, I think I'm drunk." Gwen pats her on the arm.
"It's not think, dear, it is. You should stop drinking for Engels Sr."
"But he's a BAMF, admit it!" Morgana says indignantly, stirring.
"Yeah, sure, but you'll miss the rest of the show," Gwen says.
"That's what the internets are for!" Morgana says, waving her beer bottle around. On the screen, Engels Sr. stomps into a room in an impressive fury, and Morgana tilts her head back and drains the bottle. "I need more, Arthur!"
"You're on restriction," he replies. "And shhh, this looks plot-important!" Merlin sighs as Morgana pouts and then reaches into the cooler and hands her one when he thinks Arthur isn't looking. "Stop giving her beer, Merlin, it's bad for her system," Arthur hisses, and then he yanks at Merlin's blanket. "Give, I'm cold."
Merlin scowls but allows him to take half of it. On the screen, Engels Sr. is told that his son was involved in another fight. He smashes the glass he's holding and Morgana uncorks her beer.
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On screen, Karl and Friedrich affirm their ever-lasting-(as-long-as-Friedrich-has-money) friendship as violins swell, and then Karl passes out.
"Awwww, he's so cute when he's all helpless!" Gwen says. "Don't you just want to hug him?"
"I'm hugging you, I don't need him," Morgana sniffs, peering out from over the blanket she's engulfed herself and Gwen in. "I like Jenny better, anyways. I think." Gwen just smiles. "Gwennnn," Morgana whines as the commercials come on. "Gwen, I think I'm drunk." Gwen pats her on the arm.
"It's not think, dear, it is. You should stop drinking for Engels Sr."
"But he's a BAMF, admit it!" Morgana says indignantly, stirring.
"Yeah, sure, but you'll miss the rest of the show," Gwen says.
"That's what the internets are for!" Morgana says, waving her beer bottle around. On the screen, Engels Sr. stomps into a room in an impressive fury, and Morgana tilts her head back and drains the bottle. "I need more, Arthur!"
"You're on restriction," he replies. "And shhh, this looks plot-important!" Merlin sighs as Morgana pouts and then reaches into the cooler and hands her one when he thinks Arthur isn't looking. "Stop giving her beer, Merlin, it's bad for her system," Arthur hisses, and then he yanks at Merlin's blanket. "Give, I'm cold."
Merlin scowls but allows him to take half of it. On the screen, Engels Sr. is told that his son was involved in another fight. He smashes the glass he's holding and Morgana uncorks her beer.
"BAMF," she mutters, and tilts the bottle back.