Ramble
Arthur sighed, passing the scribbled note to Guinevere. "He even rambles when he writes," he complained. "Even when he's in so much of a hurry that he doesn't even have time to come tell me in person, he still rambles."
Gwen laughed quietly. "That's Merlin for you." She kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry. He'll be back soon, and then we can hear his rambling account of what happened and drag what actually happened out of him."
She walked to the door, her dress sweeping elegantly behind her. "For now, we should tell the court what's happening."
"What little we know of it," Arthur said dryly, following her out. "I'm sure Merlin can ramble his way through an explanation later."
Gwen smiled knowingly. "Better yet, we can ask Gaius what's really going on."