Burns Too Bright, Lives Too Fast

On the upside, Arthur didn't know enough about local standards to recognise that the hotel they were in was not of the best quality available. That meant that everyone present was at least spared that amount of thrown fits or whining or irrationality of any stripe.

However, on the downside, examination of the phone had brought Arthur the knowledge of the existence of room service, and an entire hotel staff he could communicate with. You could, from there, extrapolate how well the rest of the evening had gone so far.

"I said I want three cheeseburgers, for a start," Arthur said, articulating very, very slowly. He cast a look over towards Merlin as he spoke. "And a plate of biscuits-- yes, that's cookies, thank you for keeping up with the conversation. Then when you've brought those, you can bring us an assortment of tea--"

He cast Merlin another look, raising his eyebrows as to inquire to what flavours.

"Earl Grey," Merlin added in a stage whisper. He'd grown fond of it, alright?

"Including your Earl Grey," Arthur continued, "But none of that fruity... thing. It tastes horrid. Also, send up someone to take care of our shoes-- Well, it's not like you don't have the supply of labour for it--"

God help them all.

[[ co-written with bigdamndestiny, open to him, anyone in the hotel, or phone calls ]]