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CLEMENTINE
[ Totally not checking up. Nope. ] Found anything interesting lately?

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[ While Morgana sorts through her jewelry, Gwaine stretches on the bed. He accidentally knocks a candle off the bedside table. It rolls underneath the bed.

Gwaine bends over the edge, feeling for the candle. His fingers touch wood instead. A small frown knitting his brow, Gwaine pulls it out.

It is a pretty box. Hand-decorated with leaves and flowers. Gwaine is about to ask Morgana about it when he fumbles it open. Inside are several letters. He picks up the first one to read. His confused frown deepens. ]

Morgana? What are these letters?

LUCREZIA
We need to talk.

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I was not jealous. [ Okay maybe a little.

Okay maybe a lot. ]

I am hurt there were no letters for me. Not a single one.

Of course you weren't.

[ She knows you were, and you still are.

Oh Gwaine, whatever will she do with you? ]

Letters from whom? Me or Lucrezia?

Is this a trick question?

Indulge me.

Can I have both?

[ Is he joking? ~it's a mystery~ ]

Perhaps. [ She tilts her head, a finger teasing his lips. ]

If you asked nicely.

Can I [ he nips her finger ] my most darling sorceress, receive letters of love and affection from our sweet mutual acquaintance?

[ She hums, making it look as if she is thinking about it seriously though her mind already made up. It is a cute distraction, something all parties will benefit from. ]

You may.

[ Tap. ]

So long as you share those letters with me and provide your most darling sorceress with letters of your own.

You are so demanding.

[ She just smiles. You still love her. ]

Fine. I will write you something too.

[ and you will regret it forever when you see how terrible his handwriting is ]

[ It'll be the effort that counts, besides if it is too illegible she'll just make him read it to her. ]

Good. [ With that she climbs off him, smoothing out her dress before handing him a journal. (could he hers or his it was the closest one, so who knows.) ]

Now, you should ask our most treasured friend.

Now?

[ A nod. ] Unless there is something more important you wish to deal with first?

[ ooh does he smell a challenge? ]

Fine. Now.

[ And he filters the English language's worst phrase ever. Genius right here. ]

[ She returns to her vanity, placing her jewels back into their boxes. ]

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