Caerleon, United Kingdom, Monday

[bitchprince]

It was their second day out in Caerleon, and Arthur had finally gotten the measure of their achingly familiar surroundings. It was a lot like having something just barely out of his reach, close enough to fill him with some joy and yet not quite... it.

He resolved not to waste time on that thought. It was a lovely hotel, and another lovely (cold) day, and maybe if he was lucky he'd be able to drag Katchoo out for a hike.

[[ open! to those who be here. or those who would call those who be here, to be fair. ]]

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Rooms

[bitchprince]

They're still there, and they're probably still full of cuddling blondes and brunettes. We don't judge.

The Hotel

[bitchprince]

In which there is food! And... well, hallways, mainly.

Re: The Hotel

[bitchprince]

They served game.

Let it never be said that Arthur didn't know how to have a sophisticated lunch, as he well abused the menu. And the waitstaff.

Re: The Hotel

[thatsamilkshake]

"No swan," said Francine, and not with disappointment, as she perused said menu, but didn't abuse it. Yet.

Re: The Hotel

[bitchprince]

"Well, it is a king's meal," Arthur hummed. "But they've got venison for a start."

Re: The Hotel

[thatsamilkshake]

As long as Francine didn't have to look at its big brown eyes, she was -- just -- capable of eating venison without thinking BAMBI! if no one reminded her. That didn't mean she was going to order it when she had less Bambified options, though. "You miss the kind that's not blue?" she guessed, scanning for something more in the meat pie genre.

Re: The Hotel

[bitchprince]

"I do," he said, placing the menu back down on the table and stretching a bit. "I'm not willing to risk eating the blue deer for one."

Re: The Hotel

[thatsamilkshake]

"I'm not willing to risk eating most things that live in Fandom," Francine said, nose still in the menu. "Shepherd's Pie isn't made with real shepherds, right?" Yes, that was a joke.

Re: The Hotel

[bitchprince]

"Yes. We slaughter them by the dozens as they get older," Arthur said, demonstrating a truly magnificent straight face. "Father was thinking about putting in a law."

Re: The Hotel

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine looked up at that. "Declaring them an endangered species?"

Re: The Hotel

[bitchprince]

"No, to have more of them executed for this year's mass. There's rarely a shortage of shepherds, after all."

Re: The Hotel

[thatsamilkshake]

There was a level of ridiculous sadness there where she had to look at him just to make sure he was joking, because, you know. Wizards.

"You say that like it's so far-fetched. I know what goes in haggis, you know."

Wrong end of the island, honey.

Re: The Hotel

[bitchprince]

Please. They executed wizards; they hadn't gone so far as to pluck men of random occupations off the fields.

Arthur blinked at her, then shrugged. "That's one way to deal with offal," he said, "I'm fairly sure human flesh doesn't come into it."

Re: The Hotel

[thatsamilkshake]

Now Francine chose to make a face. "Maybe I'll just get a salad."

No, no she wouldn't. Not when there was Shepherd's Pie.

Re: The Hotel

[bitchprince]

"Hope the crops haven't spoiled," Arthur said. He was, perhaps, taking too much fun out of all of this.

It was mostly the fact of being here. Put the spring back in his step, as it were.

Outside

[bitchprince]

Where there's a lovely town with lovely countryside where one can do up lovely frostbite.

Re: Outside

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

And a Katchoo, with a cigarette, frostbite be damned. She had to admit, it really was goddamned gorgeous here, and maybe she was a little twitchy about the thought that she was this much closer, geographically, to that Swiss bank account she still didn't dare touch.

Thus smoking. God, these cigarettes were way better than American tobacco.

OOC

[bitchprince]

Hell, I'd rather be on this trip than here.

Re: OOC

[thatsamilkshake]

It's cooooooold. Here. (Though right now the snow is all melty. Until the storm front blows down here from the Land of Lainey.)