"Arthur? Merlin turned me into a mouse. Are you two dating? He kept calling you 'his prince'. Did I mention that he turned me into a mouse? If you're dating, I would have preferred knowing that before I... invited you up for waffles. Not that it wasn't fun, but -- I don't think I deserve having been turned into a mouse for a day. Call me. My number's 555-WDSN." A pause, as if he'd pulled the phone a way to hang up, then decided on something else to say. "Y'know, if you wouldn't mind giving me some more training with a sword this week... Want to meet up on Wednesday, maybe? I don't have class that day. Or Thursday. Anyway, I'll talk to you later." Beat. "A mouse."