7: I dreamt about you last night.

Gwen sat crossed-legged on the seat beside Arthur, spooning noodles into her mouth.

"Get the show set up," she ordered as she nudged him with her elbow.

Arthur glared at her. "Why don't you do it?"

She shrugged. "I don't wanna," she told him. "Come onnnnn."

He heaved a loud, dramatic sigh but got up anyway, opening the case of their new favourite TV show and inserting the disc into the DVD player. They always managed to find time at least once a day to watch a couple episodes – they never watched it without each other, and if they did it would result in severe punishment – and today, since they both had the day off without classes or work or previous plans, they were marathonning the end of the third season. He collapsed on the couch once more and flipped through all of the previews. Gwen turned to him.

"I dreamt about you last night," she said.

Arthur turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "So that's what all that noise was…" he said cheekily, raising his arms in protest as she smacked him with a pillow.

"You're a jerk," she pouted.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Arthur told her. "Tell me about the dream."

"Well," Gwen started. "It was… weird."

"Weird how?"

"Well…." She didn't quite know how to explain it. It was… rather odd and probably sounded really stupid. She had obviously spent too much time watching Medieval documentaries on the history channel. She watched so many that castles and knights and swords filled her mind at night. "You were… a prince."

"A prince?" Arthur scoffed.

"Yes, and I was like… A maid servant… and we fell in love even though it wasn't allowed?"

Arthur leaned back. "Sounds like torture," he said. "I would hate to have to keep my feelings for you a secret." This rewarded him with another smack with a pillow and he laughed. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Keep going."

Gwen's focus turned to the TV. "Press play, would you?"