Merlin walked into Arthur's chambers with a crate. A feeble scratching and high-pitched quacking was coming from inside.

"What is that?" The prince asked, not looking up from his maps.

"Oh this?" Merlin lifted the crate lid. His eyes glowed for a moment before setting it on the floor. "Ducklings."

Arthur made a face and put down his quill. "Merlin, I told you to buy duck decoys! Not baby ducks…"

The ducklings began cheeping as they bustled towards Arthur. The prince jumped up and walked away from them. They followed.

"Heh," Merlin laughed. "Looks like they're fond of you, sire."