Woods Surrounding Camelot, Wednesday Morning

[bitchprince]

After the feasts of a few weeks back, Arthur had fallen into the routine he preferred above all. Training, training, and more training, interspersed with some talks about minor adjustments in grain dispersion and the occasional audience for the public, as well as the odd hunt.

But he was hunting for something else today; he was hunting for contact with Fandom, or rather, his friends both on and off it.

As it turned out, having his old routine back made his thoughts about the island far kinder than they used to be.

[[ for phone calls, yes! ]]

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[bitchprince]

"No one ever called you one," Arthur agreed, dryly. "Though it would amuse me to see it."

[raspberryturk]

"Keep dreamin!" There was Reno, laughing again. "I can't see me lettin' anything like that happen any time soon, yo."

A pause. A looong pause.

"I don't imagine any of your knights could give me a challenge anytime, huh?"

[bitchprince]

"Not if you don't want my father to try and have you beheaded," Arthur said, vaguely apologetically.

[raspberryturk]

"Try's the operative word," Reno pointed out, and then sighed. "Ah well, I guess I'll just have to cope, yo. You holdin' up fine out there otherwise? You caught a big deer, your knights don't look like a circus parade, that's a start, anyhow."

[bitchprince]

"True enough," Arthur said, knocking on the tree he was standing by. "No major threats of late, but that may mean they're simply biding their time."