As it turns out, Claudius could use feedback on a relationship matter, one that also concerns Magnus. It's a bit of a shame -- he and Magnus truly never got to do their worst to Lancelot. By the time they declared their mutual enmity, they'd already compromised on just-in case plans and contingencies. Wise as it was for Galahad to intervene between matters escalated, Claudius almost wishes he hadn't, so that one of their contingencies could activate. Instead, Claudius had to negotiate a ceasefire before a single proper battle.
Claudius considers bringing a bottle of wine, but he's never seen Magnus drink1. He has seen Galahad save a bag of cool ranch doritos for Magnus for months, so he brings one of those from the pantry, and a six-pack of bottled drinka produced from the fridge. The drinks are vividly colored, like the most concentrated of tonics, and labeled Jarritos.
"Magnus," he says, setting his offerings down on the table upon entering the parlor. "It's a pleasure, as always. How have you been?"
1 To be clear, Claudius has no reservations about giving wine to someone in the body of a teenage boy -- he just doesn't know whether said teenage boy prefers whites or reds.
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Claudius considers bringing a bottle of wine, but he's never seen Magnus drink1. He has seen Galahad save a bag of cool ranch doritos for Magnus for months, so he brings one of those from the pantry, and a six-pack of bottled drinka produced from the fridge. The drinks are vividly colored, like the most concentrated of tonics, and labeled Jarritos.
"Magnus," he says, setting his offerings down on the table upon entering the parlor. "It's a pleasure, as always. How have you been?"
1 To be clear, Claudius has no reservations about giving wine to someone in the body of a teenage boy -- he just doesn't know whether said teenage boy prefers whites or reds.