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[scornfully]

I think it's kidnapping especially if it's romantic. What are you up to?

CLAIMS HER BED.

[busy]

it's a perfectly good question, why do i have to be up to something.

FLUFFS PILLOWS FOR YOU

[scornfully]

Because I know you, idiot. You wouldn't just ask a question about romantic kidnapping for no reason.

[busy]

no, you're right. forget i asked. just go for a walk around midnight in some dark, secluded place.

[Seriously blurring the line between boyfriend and creep. That's your Merlin.]

[scornfully]

Am I supposed to be horrified or a little turned on? Because at the moment I'm a bit of both.

[busy]

yeah. hold that thought.

[scornfully]

Is that a good hold that thought, or a bad one?

[busy]

for you? always good.

[scornfully]

I'm flattered. I'll allow your kidnapping.

[busy]

appreciate it. what kind of sandwich do you want?

[scornfully]

I can't believe you still have to ask. BLT, obviously. With pickles.

[busy]

arthur. you'd tell me if you were pregnant, right.

[scornfully]

I always have pickles in my BLT. It's the only way.

[busy]

you can't add anything to a blt except mustard. there are laws in this country.

[scornfully]

Would you let me have it if I was pregnant?

[busy]

of course. the mother of my child gets whatever he wants.

[scornfully]

Then I'm 100% definitely pregnant. Bring me a BLT with pickles.

[busy]

ok, just let me check with you ob gyn first.

[scornfully]

Merlin.

[busy]

pickles are high in sodium!

[scornfully]

So!?

[busy]

arthur, don't you even care about the baby?

[scornfully]

( Merlin please. )

Not as much as I care about my bloody pickles, no.

[busy]

have you ever made pickles before? we should try it.

[scornfully]

... Not the worst idea you've ever had. How?