This chapter, the last one and the next one (hopefully) are set in the same universe xx
"What?"
"She's a really good kisser."
"What!"
"Really, really good," Merlin slurred.
"How would you know that?" Lancelot asked, incredulous.
"She fancied me."
"What?"
"It was a couple of years ago. She got over it not long before you came to Camelot."
"How do you know she's a good kisser?" Lancelot was having increasing trouble with this conversation.
"I almost died drinking poison for the prat. Gwen was just happy I didn't die."
"So she kissed you.
"Yeah." Merlin promptly passed out, surrounded by six empty tankards.
(Lancelot was the only person Merlin would let get him drunk. After all, they didn't have any secrets, did they?)