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Merriman is seated at a table near to the bar, studying a slim volume of the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius.

Minding his own business, really. Just to be on the safe side.

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~~And Morgan wins! with first use of new icon.~~

Merriman looks up, blinks, and manages not to stare at either Morgan or Mordred.

'I suppose propriety will prevent me from asking what they are?' He quickly holds up a hand. 'On second thought, I think that I am better off not knowing what they are.'

She shifts the baby in her arms to resettle him, and just grins at her teacher.

"I wouldn't tell you, anyway. Some things are not be shared."

'Then thank the heavens for small favours,' he mutters, relief evident in his voice.

His attention is drawn back to Mordred. Dark eyes study the infant for a long moment before his gaze shifts up to the boy's mother.

'All is well with you both, then?' he asks in a remarkably gentle tone.

Mordred gnaws on his fist and blinks. His own eyes are still a fuzzy dark, but he has a headful of soft, silky black hair.

"Aye, we are. Actually."

'That is good to know.'

He never saw the Mordred from his own word until the child was almost out of boyhood. Seeing this Mordred as a baby is a little unsettling, to say the least.

Softly,

"A Mordred. My Mordred. Not the bitter boy here. No, no, not my baby. I'll make it different."

'I think it will be.' A slight pause. 'I hope it will be. If it can be different in one world....'

A wry look crosses his face, almost a smile.

'Well, it will likely make the rest of us look all the more hopeless because of it. But there is no getting around that.'

She glances at him through her cloud of silky black hair.

"Nothing wrong with that."

'Perhaps not.'

One eyebrow goes up, just a fraction of an inch.

'Though apparently, the graffiti in the women's lavatory would seem to suggest otherwise.'

"Oh, it didn't imply that you were hopeless."

He is Not Touching that one. Not at all. In fact, her one-sentence reply has already told him far more than he'd ever like to know.

~~And Morgan gets the icon twice! She is very proud.~~

Morgan just smiles, and bends her head to kiss Mordred's hair.

"Do you want something for the headache?"

'No, thank you,' he says, with more dignity than he actually has. 'It will pass. Did you give my counterpart in your world headaches as well?'

"More. I don't like him." Which means she sets out to be difficult, instead of just being herself.

Merriman doesn't generally tend to pity his counterparts in other worlds. (It isn't self-pity, but it comes far too close for his liking.) In this instance, though, he might feel a tiny twinge of sympathy for the Merlin of Morgan's world.

'Then once again, I am thankful for small favours.'

Flatly,

"Quite."

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