Ooops. [open]

[floweredknight]

Florence is a little embarrassed. He really ought to have handled Guinevere's questions himself; he ought to have remembered that his father is not, as they say, one hundred percent, and not handed him an awkward situation

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[myrddin_wyllt]

Nearby will be a Merlin - still sneezing, but thankfully, not blood anymore. Why? Because his typist doesn't like to talk to herself, and he should know about Gwen's arrival.

[floweredknight]

Florence looks over. "Are you well, sir?" a little half-hearted, but glad enough of the distraction.

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Only a small flu, m'lad." Without guile.

[floweredknight]

"May I do anything?"

Because offering assistance to ailing old geezers is just what you do.

[dutifuldaughter]

Clar has been spending an inordinate amount of time in the open air lately, and she comes around the bend of the lake, a basket full of round, fist sized rocks over one arm. She doesn't say anything as she plunks herself down next to Florence's rock, and begins to sort through the smaller rocks at her bare feet.

A lot of rocks are not, apparently, up to snuff. They get dropped where they were picked up.

[floweredknight]

He watches, quietly. It's generally not a good idea to address Clar unless spoken to first.

[dutifuldaughter]

Clar appears to find a rock that suits, and gathers it up. "Hold out your hand, Florence," she says, very clear and cogent today.

[floweredknight]

He blinks -- hadn't been sure that she even noticed him -- and obeys, unfolding somewhat in the process.

[cyranosavignien]

There would be, somewhere nearby, a solitary figure, sitting and holding a fishing cane, sniffing the air thoughtfully, maybe even hummming to himself.

What? Cyrano's got to eat, and he never did sign up with Sir Kay's army of slaves....

[floweredknight]

Florence watches him quietly, dark eyes like a fawn's.

[cyranosavignien]

Well, he can watch all he likes - as long as he's not blatantly staring at you-know-what, Cyrano is quite content with hanging out quietly.

However....

The can fold in half, and he scrambles to take hold of it.

"Morbleu, it's a big one, this time!" Enthusiastically.

[floweredknight]

Florence grins a bit behind his knees.

[hardlyagravated]

Laurel's walking by. She's been restored to her proper point in timeline, memories a bit fuzzy from the magic, but more or less steady once again. Steady enough to smile quietly, and offer a "Good day," as she comes.

[floweredknight]

He stirs, and ventures a smile. "Good day, aunt."

[hardlyagravated]

"You look a bit sad," she says quietly. "Are you well?"

[floweredknight]

"Aye, I'm well."

[inglewoodblues]

"Boy?" his mother asks, softly, standing behind him.

[floweredknight]

He raises his head. "Ay."

[inglewoodblues]

"What's thy trouble?"

[floweredknight]

Florence is quiet a minute. "I've done foolishly."