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Room 312, Thursday late afternoon
After her spar with Tahiri, Dinah wound up with enough bruises and aches to need a break, and watching the episode of Darkest Night that she'd missed last night seemed like a good idea. Lying on her bed, she cued up the website on her laptop, and promptly started laughing four minutes into the ep.

"Oh, c'mon! He's just a big puppy!"

The door is open, and Dinah is giggly.

[and so is the post!]

Dinah wriggled over to grab a tin of cookies, and held them out to Francine. "Alfred's my sister's dad's butler. Sugar cookies and peanut butter cookies!" She paused the playback, and pointed to a dog staring at Mason. Soulfully. "How mad did this part make Blysse last night?"

"MMmm, peanut butter. She was not impressed with the puppets." Francine peered over Dinah's shoulder and blinked at the dog for a second, looking a little confused. "Huh. I...think I may've been doing something else when this part was on."

"Making more popcorn?" Dinah asked idly, hitting play but keeping it on 'mute' so they could talk. "I was too wiped from climbing up and down the dorms to make it last night."

"You went running on the stairs again?" Francine mis-guessed. "And, er, no." She blushed. "Not making popcorn."

"Rappelling down the outside," Dinah said, then leaned over for another cookie, and caught sight of the blush as she sat back up. "Oooo? Not... making popcorn?"

Oooooo!!

"Um so you know there was a whole thing with beards and accents and Cal made a sign?" Yes, that was totally clear. "Wait, rapelling down the building?"

"Yeah, I listened to the podcasts, but I couldn't tell how much was the truth, how much was squirrels, and how much was Arthur getting back at Merlin for being a bird. Sign?" Dinah took another bite of her cookie, then nodded hard, mumbling through crumbs. "Me'n'Triela, 'n Jack later."

"It said 'Have you heard about our Merlin,'" Francine said with a small huff of remembered frustration. That wasn't all it said, of course. "They got gremlin-bitten and thought Merlin...didn't like girls anymore."

Choke. Cough, cough. "They-- oh my god. And they told you this?!"

"Me? They told everybody! Cal would've said it on the radio if he remembered the way to the station."

"Oh, wow. Wow," Dinah repeated, viewing the podcast in a clearer light. "Okay, so, yeah, that happened, and I met Tahiri when she was gremlin-bit so I know how crazy that can get... then Merlin was a bird all week...."

Francine nodded. "So he couldn't even explain. Arthur came by and told me, though. That was way nice of him."

"Wow," Dinah said. "Way nice. Especially for Arthur." She tilted her head, trying to think of Arthur as being nice, then remembered being carried back to her room while drunk, and grimaced. "Okay, it was his scroll, so that's maybe why, too. He *can* be nice. When he wants to be."

"That's what turned him into a bird?" Sometimes Francine forgot to ask things. Especially when she was distracted.

"It was a scroll for the same class Reno was taking that turned him into a giant turkey," Dinah confirmed. "And it was supposed to be Arthur's, and they were arguing and Merlin picked it up and poof! Merliny feathery merlin." She opened the tin, and considered another cookie. Yeah, definitely. Then held it out to Francine.

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