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❝Hi, this is Arthur Pendragon's phone. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Ta.❞

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

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yeah. hold that thought.

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

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for you? always good.

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

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appreciate it. what kind of sandwich do you want?

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

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

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

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

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Would you let me have it if I was pregnant?

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

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

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

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Merlin.

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pickles are high in sodium!

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So!?

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

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( Merlin please. )

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

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

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

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we'll need cucumbers. i know where there's a garden.

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Or a shop.

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you don't want store cucumbers. they wax them.

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I don't even know what that means.