[Merlin isn't drinking—not yet. He'll be peer pressued by some locals to have at least one drink in due time, but right now his number one focus is trying every food they have available at this feast. It's keeping his mind off things; there's the usual stress of what's happening to Arthur when he isn't there, even if Arthur is just sitting in a tube somewhere, and a few other things... He has personal projects already lining up, and they aren't precisely the most... safe.
So naturally he hasn't mentioned anything like that to Saber. She watches him like a hawk even when she pretends she isn't, trying to be at his side like a capital-S Servant, however much that entails. He doesn't want her to, it's true - his magic might be sustaining her, but it's still a small price to pay just to help her stay alive. He hasn't noticed a single drawback, magically speaking!
But he's fairly determined to make it work out, all the same. If not master and servant in the strictest sense, they can at least be friends. The fact that this is the second King Arthur he's had to gently nudge into being less uptight about rules and roles is not an irony lost on him. Pendragons. Honestly.
He's looking at the spread of food he's taken for himself when Saber arrives; everything from bright-colored vegetables in some kind of sauce to a steak from some creature he's never heard of, and a generous helping of sweets in all shapes and sizes—just look at it all!]
It's incredible, isn't it? And they're giving it away for free. I'm going to eat myself sick, since this will surely never happen again. [But where... does he start??? Ah, and-] There's no reason for you to refuse the food this time. Trust me, their cook is better than I could ever be. Don't spend all night wandering around looking serious— come and eat!
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So naturally he hasn't mentioned anything like that to Saber. She watches him like a hawk even when she pretends she isn't, trying to be at his side like a capital-S Servant, however much that entails. He doesn't want her to, it's true - his magic might be sustaining her, but it's still a small price to pay just to help her stay alive. He hasn't noticed a single drawback, magically speaking!
But he's fairly determined to make it work out, all the same. If not master and servant in the strictest sense, they can at least be friends. The fact that this is the second King Arthur he's had to gently nudge into being less uptight about rules and roles is not an irony lost on him. Pendragons. Honestly.
He's looking at the spread of food he's taken for himself when Saber arrives; everything from bright-colored vegetables in some kind of sauce to a steak from some creature he's never heard of, and a generous helping of sweets in all shapes and sizes—just look at it all!]
It's incredible, isn't it? And they're giving it away for free. I'm going to eat myself sick, since this will surely never happen again. [But where... does he start??? Ah, and-] There's no reason for you to refuse the food this time. Trust me, their cook is better than I could ever be. Don't spend all night wandering around looking serious— come and eat!