[To be honest, Merlin is surprised she isn't immediately snapping at him. Yes, she was drunk the last time they spoke (argued), and his own memory of that whole conversation is fuzzy at best, but. Hmm.

Well, he's politely ashamed enough of kicking the wastebasket over to be busy shifting his stack of mugs and papers around and stooping to stand it back up while she assesses her makeup. He won't comment.

He probably won't comment.]

Usually I'm the one being caught at the worst possible time, so no, I didn't mean for any of this, actually. [He hefts the papers a little.] You dropped, well, everything.

[Mmmmm... awkward. Okay-] You really shouldn't sleep on desks. Terrible for posture.