"Just let it go, Arthur."
"You know me well enough to know that I won't ever let it go."
"I'm not telling you."
"Merlin, I order you to tell me."
"Why's it so important anyway?"
"'Cos I want to know."
"Well I'm not telling."
"What do I have to do to get you to tell me?"
"Hm, interesting."
"Not that."
"How'm I supposed to have any fun around here?"
"Tell me before I chop your head off."
"Ugh! Fine! I have a sheep phobia."
Arthur laughed. "You can't be serious."
"Oh I am. It's the wool."
"As if you weren't enough of a loser already."
"Hey."
"Not sorry. I just can't get over this. I can't believe you're afraid of sheep."
It was Merlin's turn to laugh. "I'm not actually. I just made that up."
"That's not funny."
"No, you're right. It's not funny. It's hilarious."
"You're the worst."
"Arthur I grew on a farm, in a farming village, how could I be afraid of sheep?"
Gwen and Morgana rolled their eyes as they overheard their boys bickering again. They were always bickering or arguing about everything and anything. They were supposed to be friends but all this childish squabbling got in the way.
"I don't know about you, my lady, but I think they've fought for long enough."
"I concur. But what can we do?"
"We can force them to work together."
"You have a plan?"
"More like an ill-conceived idea."
"If I know you, Gwen, then it won't be too bad. Your ill-conceived ideas often turn out to be pretty good."
"What I had in mind, will probably make things worse before it makes them better."
"Tell me."
"Not here." Gwen took Morgana's hand and led her up to Morgana's chambers.