See this face? It's Arthur's concerned face, he's reminded of that strange...possibly real...encounter with a ghostly Morgana. She had been convinced no-one cared either.

"Now come on," Arthr pats her hand, "don't be ridiculous, that was the happiest day in...well practically our whole lives." Looks at her in completely sincerity. "And it wasn't anything fancy, it was rather stupid really...it just had the day and the month and 'Morgana Returned to Us'"

Leans forward to whisper conspiratorially. "If it was anyone else Father would lecture me for days about soppy displays of sentiment and so on."

And probably kick himself for not realising it too!

Arthur looks away in guilt. "I know...I wish we could have found you some other way..." He really does, the lost too many good men and too many other people suffered.

"Well, your father was his best friend," poor Arthur totally unaware that he's probably just making it worse. "And...other things." He attempts to lighten the mood. "Between you and me, I think it might have been because you were good at making him laugh."

Arthur laughs, poor Arthur...so oblivious.

"He certainly does! He probably perfers your method of calmly delivering such pronouncements with confidence rather than my 'Come on, Father' method."

Plus her's has been known to work...sometimes.

If Arthur picks up on the seriousness in her tone, he decides it's a good idea to keep it light.

"I suppose I would," he playfully pokes her shoulder. "Unless it was something completely ridiculous."

By which he means 'Annonce to the Populace You're a Clotpole Day', not 'Cease hostilities with the Druids'.

One can only hope Morgana understands that.

"Well...I could be presuaded," he shouldn't encourage her, but he's so happy to see her smile, he can't help it. "Depending on what he gets up to in the next few years. Who knows, he may become competent. And you can't let a good servant get away."

"I'm starting to think we may have to start putting the guards in the stocks. A few days without training and they seem to fall apart!" Rolls eyes and puts on his most despairing look.

Her well-wishes make him smile again. "And you as well, Morgana."

What the Hell, have another hug!

"Hey, you'll get the gossips going again!" He chuckles, but it's clear his pleased with this.

If Ghost!Morgana was a warning...well hopefully he can avoid that!

"Ah! Looks like Father's finally free, I better give him the goblet while he's still able to rememeber!" He gets to his feet then pauses. "Did you want to see? You can tell me just how sappy it is."

Calls over a servant who is carring a case, Arthur opens it and shows Morgana the goblet within.

Arthur will poke his tongue out at the lords in question...which will either make things worse...or won't. It's hard to tell in Camelot!

"Well, the silversmith is always complaining that people perfer the goldsmith to him. I thought I'd give him a taste of busyness. I'm not sure he liked it." Laughs.

He shuts the box. "Right, better get over there before Monmouth waylays Father, we won't see him for days when that happens."

A non-mean smirk! Miracle!

And ah, memories of Geoffrey the Frog are always appreciated.

Arthur is going to head over and hope he beats Geoffrey to Father.

"If I get caught by Monmouth, pray for me."