Merlin
"TWO DAYS!" A woman cried over the chaos in the kitchen. It was sweltering as the fires in the ovens blazed.
"Two days until what?" Merlin asked but was ignored by the cook.
"Two days until what?" He tried the scullery maid and then another. A scrubbing boy with a stack of dishes higher than his head was about to ram smack into Merlin when Amarah pulled him out of the way.
"Two days until Arthur and the knights return. There is to be a feast to welcome him back. They've kept us running like a hound after a hare all morning. I think I have a face somewhere underneath all this flour." The head cook finally answered.
"I don't mind your face covered in flour, no, I mean I like your face - wait. I can see your face through the flour. that's all." Amarah stared at her shyly -her own face starting to redden.
"YOU! What are you doing here! Don't even THINK of stealing those tarts boy! Get out of here before I cook you into a pie!" The head cook swung a an at Merlin who expertly ducked out of the way.
Amarah smiled as Merlin slyly swiped a tart and dodged the rolling pin flying at his head with skill.