Room 407, Friday Evening

[bigdamndestiny]

No candles, no burgers, nothing that Merlin had tried before for romance was happening tonight. That ended badly the last time to he was switching it up.

With cookies.

He even managed to get a bit of a variety pack so Francine could pick and chose what she liked best.

It was the culinary equivalent to Barry White.

[[For the boobs!]]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Poor unsuspecting Francine. Whatever would she do? Aside from knock on the door, of course.

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"Come in!" He'd even cleaned under his bed for this.

[thatsamilkshake]

She ought to be fearing about where The Book had ended up, if he did that, shouldn't she.

And yet she came in. "Hi!"

And looked around.

And backed up out into the hallway again to check the number on the door.

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"I cleaned!" Merlin called after her.

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At that, she poked her head back in. "Who are you?"

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"Ha ha. I do that from time to time, you know."

[thatsamilkshake]

"I know." He'd done it at least once in the time she'd known him. Maybe more! "But it's fun yanking your chain."

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It was twice. Thank you.

Though he still hadn't found the porno...

"I don't know if I ought to share the cookies now."

[thatsamilkshake]

"...You have cookies?" That was the voice of Utter Sudden Seriousness.

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"I do," Merlin replied, holding up the bag.

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"You even called them cookies instead of biscuits!" Yes, she was impressed by this. It's the little things.

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"Well." Merlin looked a bit flustered. "That's what you all call them."

Even though they were clearly biscuits.

[thatsamilkshake]

And Francine thought the him-ness of that was beyond adorable. "I like that you're terminally English. You're allowed to say biscuits. I just thought it was sweet that you tried the other way."

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"Fine, fine. Would you like one?" He was all tempting with that bag.

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"Just one?"

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"That would depend on if you'll be nice about it," Merlin replied, grabbing what looked like a chocolate chip one for himself.

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Francine clasped a hand over her heart. "I'm always nice! ...But especially when cookies are involved."

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"Then you may have one and we shall see about it from there."

He was being magnanimous, thank you.

[thatsamilkshake]

And she was doing very well at not giggling, thank you! Francine chose an oatmeal one, and very, very politely said, "Thank you. I will treasure it always."

You know, for the next 30 seconds.

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"A token of my affection?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Mmmphhmpmpph!"

Swallow, Francine.

Not dirty.

"Well." She looked down at her t-shirt. "I guess I am wearing it. Sort of." A few crumbs worth.

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Dirty.

Merlin rolled his eyes and reached over automatically to brush the crumbs off. "Be still my heart."

[thatsamilkshake]

Which was, in their own Very Special way, kind of sweetly romantic, and made Francine grin. "You're even cleaning me now?"

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"It's--" What did with Arthur without a second thought. "--you had crumbs!"

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She gave him a smile. "I wasn't complaining."