'Arthur,' said Merlin one day, as he was opening the window, 'I've been thinking and...'

'Did it hurt?' interrupted Arthur, who had already overused this, his favourite comeback. He wasn't terribly good at comebacks.

'I was thinking we should name this period of time,' Merlin continued, pulling the covers off Arthur's bed to try to get him to get up.

'What do you mean?' Arthur tried to pull the covers back, but failed. He groaned and got up.

'Well, you know, the Age. Now that we've defeated Morgana and Camelot is great again and things. I was thinking – well, you know how it's all happy and sunshiny and the walls glow that beautiful yellowy colour?'

'Yes...' Arthur thought he knew where Merlin was going.'

'I was thinking the Bronze Age,' Merlin concluded, looking very pleased with himself.

Arthur sighed. 'We've already had one of those, Merlin.'