Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[swordsandsoccer]

It'd been a pretty long time since the last time Dolf had set his eyes on a TV. He found himself almost immediately defaulting to the floor, legs drawn up for comfort so he wouldn't numb anything too quickly.

He reached for the remote, and at least he hadn't forgotten how that worked-- pointed it at the TV and clicked it on. Immediately, sound and

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[weldedtomyspine]

"Somebody looks comfortable," Jaime sing-songed as he wandered into the common room. He'd been planning on baking cookies or something, but the TV was on, and that was always distracting...

[swordsandsoccer]

"Hey, there was no one here when I got here," Dolf retorted, grinning, his heavy Dutch accent weighing down his words.

[weldedtomyspine]

"And you chose to sit on the floor instead of the squishy comfy couch?" Jaime teased. "I suppose that means you won't mind if I take it?"

[swordsandsoccer]

"Everyone finds comfort in their own way," said Dolf, who totally failed at the sage spiel because of the slight amusement in his voice. "I'm not used to it yet. Go ahead."

[greenfarm]

Having free reign of the castle was just one of the many adjustments Micah was having to make. Having been a servant at Camelot he found the idea of no servants somewhat alien. Possibly more so than a noble would have.

Then there were these rooms. Filled with things that perplexed, and even frightened him. How was it so cold in the white cabinet?

He'd never actually seen the television on before so please forgive the gaping.

[swordsandsoccer]

Dolf had experienced quite some gaping in his time, and that had just been over the few tiny things he'd had on him. So the presence of someone staring like that in the room didn't really throw him off; instead he turned his head up, and the rest of his body with it, and said with a practiced ease, "It's just a play in a box."

[greenfarm]

Micah had heard tales of the Fair Folk, but never thought he would see them. Of course until he'd met Merlin he never would have believed he'd meet him either.

"How did you capture them?" he asked. He didn't ask about the game they were playing in there. That seemed rather secondary to the first question. Suppose they escaped and were angry?

[swordsandsoccer]

"They're not captured," Dolf said, pointing at the screen. He was used to improvising like this. "They're there of their own free will, and when they're done, they leave to make room for the next one, see?"

He was lucky there were commercials on, as the screen shifted from one for pasta to one for tea.