You seem pretty stuck on these tumblers. [And Prior's not wholly sure why, but is putting it down to a life spent deprived of TV.] I think we should see what the fuss is about people falling over.

[There's a faint trace of a limp as he walks, but he puts his foot down resolutely anyway, just picks it up a little quicker than most people might.]

I can do that. I do it too much just lately. Maybe I should throw out my hat for some money, too.

[If it's strange to walk arm in arm with another man, here, then Prior seems blithely unaware. He's not, quite. If there's so much as a flinch of awkwardness on Merlin's part, he'll take his arm back in a manner casual enough to look like it's what he intended all along.]