No wolfsbane.
No hemlock.
No foxglove.
Not even any crushed glass, by Camelot's bells!
A jar tossed aside in the fruitless search went arching through the air and crashed into the wall, shattering as pieces of glass and some objects that appeared to be eyes fell to the ground. The door opened as the jar broke, and a startled ward yelped as he viewed the chaos all around.
"Gaius? What are you looking for?" Merlin said in shock, eyes wide as he viewed the carnage of innocent vials and powders.
"Poison!" Gaius snapped, shutting his trunk with a click.. "I am attempting to locate some of my stores of poisons, for perfectly legitimate reasons, I might add, but it appears that between you and the Lady Morgana filching them, there aren't enough to go around!" The old man glared at the dark-haired boy.
Merlin blinked back, hands full of books, flummoxed. "I'm… sorry?"
"Yes, well," Gaius sniffed, calming himself and remembering that he was the wise old man here. "Next time you wish to kill each other or someone else, kindly do not steal my poisons. Use a dagger."
And then he walked out of the room, presumably to go buy more poisons.
Left alone in the trashed chambers, Merlin called after him. "Next time I see her, I'll let her know!"
A/N: Why does he leave poison lying about anyway?