Violette looked over to the knights whose attention was directed to the girls, and she promptly hit her 'friend' across the head, "Ow! What was that for? …Oh you hadn't said anything to them yet? Gotcha…well, that's one way to tell them," Mal concluded shrugging off Violette's death glares.
Arthur opened his mouth trying to find something to say, but was interrupted by Galahad, "What did you say?"
"Well, apparently we're from the future. Wow, that sounds crazy," Mal blurted out as Violette hit her across the head again.
Giving Mal a pointed look, Violette glared, "You are not allowed to talk anymore!"
"H-how?" Arthur finally stuttered out.
"Dude, if we knew we wouldn't have done it," Mal ducked in time to miss another one of Violette's assaults, but got a kick in the shin instead. Violette turned to Arthur, ignoring her friend's curses and continued calmly, "I don't understand it either, but it seems to me, this is the only somewhat logical explanation I can think of."
"Dude, I just thought of something!" Everyone waited anxiously for Mal to continue.
"Don't hurt yourself," Violette retorted, exasperated by the long pause.
"No really Vio, I'm smart here! I know stuff that won't be discovered for like… a long time! Sweet..."
The knights simply stood there with mouths open, wondering if any of this was true; it was Arthur who spoke first, "If you're from the future then how do you know of my knights and I?"
Violette looked at Mal and then responded, "You are one of the greatest legends of all time."
Galahad stepped forward and replied, "So, will you stay with us?" The other knights looked curious; he quickly added, "Because we wish to know more about you- the future!"
Before the girls could answer, Lancelot appeared with a pair of brown slacks and a black tunic, "Here you go…Mal." He winked and then spoke to Galahad, "You should change as well, go now. Don't worry, we'll look after Violette."
Galahad began to protest, but Mal, taking the clothes from Lancelot, reached over and pulled Galahad toward the forest. The knights guffawed and Arthur stated, "Violette, you and your friend are welcome to stay under our protection as long as you like, but we are traveling to Hadrian's Wall at first light. You may come with us if you'd like."
He strolled off and sat by the fire,where the other bald man was preparing the rabbits. Lancelot appeared in front of her and gestured to a nearby log, where they sat down together. "Shall I introduce you to these knights of legend?" Violette nodded as she looked at the knights, "You have already met Tristan, Dagonet and of course Galahad," he winked as he nodded in the direction of each of the knights as he continued, "Arthur, Bors, Gawian and I, Lancelot, are also knights and at your service, m'lady!"
Violette blushed and nodded her appreciation when Mal and Galahad came out of the forest. Galahad accused, "You peeked!"
Mal took on an innocent look and said, "Who me?" she batted her eyelashes and retorted; "Besides how do you know if I looked, unless you peeked too?" Mal was trying to do up the lace of the pants when she growled, "How the hell do I tie this?"
Lancelot came running over and grabbed the ties, as he was working on the front of Mal's pants; Galahad shouted over, "Those are interesting under garments you're wearing!"
Lancelot raised an eyebrow as he finished; whispering in her ear, "I can't wait to see these special under garments as well."
Mal laughed patting him on the shoulder, "Good luck with that."
She walked over and sat down beside Violette on the log. She bent over and murmured to Violette, "He wasn't wearing any under garments!"
Violette's eyes flew wide gapping at her friend when suddenly she slipped and fell off the log; landing hard on her rear-end. The camp exploded with laughter, but all fell silent when they saw Violette's fierce glare and entirely scarlet face, she picked herself up and stalked to the corner of the camp where she sat down. Instantly Mal and Galahad were on their feet, but surprisingly Tristan reached her first. He bent down and promptly picked her up carrying her back over towards the others. Violette did not protest only because she was too stunned. Tristan reached Galahad and threw Violette into his arms saying, "If you really want to see what your friend saw, then go ahead already!"
Galahad stood with Violette in his arms, both completely shocked when Mal began to laugh hysterically, the mood lifted and Bors yelled, "Foods done!"
Mal's head shot up and she said with a twinkle in her eye, "Food?"
Violette turned a disgusted face towards Mal, "You're not actually going to eat that?" she looked cautiously at the food Bors was handing out and she pouted at her friend, "Mal, it's a bunny wabbit!"
"No, it was a bunny wabbit." Mal said with a devilish grin, "Don't worry, I bet it tastes like chicken!" She took a bit off what Bors gave her, chewing it slowly.
"So how's that chicken, there lass?" Bors said chuckling with the rest of the knights.
Mal swallowed before replying, "That's one hell of a diseased chicken!" Mal shrugged it off before eating some more.
Galahad set Violette down beside her friend, offering some of the food to her.
"I'm not eating that!" Violette protested stubbornly. Mal looked at her friend before jumping up, going to her bag. She came back with a plastic jar, which all the knights studied warily.
"Here," Mal handed the jar to Violette, then going back to her food.
Violette looked dumbstruck exclaiming, "What do you want me to do with this?"
"Put it on the rabbit," Violette still looked disgusted at the jar causing Mal to give an exasperated sigh, "Fine, if you won't, then I will," she took the jar back, opening it and putting its contents on the meat.
"You're not actually – eww!" Violette turned away in disgust.
"What is that?" Lancelot asked.
"Peanut butter," Mal stated simply. The knights still looked confused; "I don't know how to explain it so here," Mal dipped her finger in the jar, waving in front of Lancelot's face, instructing him to eat.
Lancelot cautiously licked her finger, "I've never tasted anything like this."
"Mal, you never cease to amaze me," the girls laughed as the knights fought over the peanut butter jar.
The attention of the knights was taken away from the jar by a piercing scream. They all looked to Mal perched in Lancelot's lap.
"What's wrong? Why did you scream?" Arthur asked concerned, looking around cautiously.
"She saw a bug," Violette said calmly eating something she got out of Mal's bag.
"That wasn't a bug! It was a rodent with six legs!" Mal yelled clutching onto Lancelot for dear life, which he didn't seem to have a problem with.
None of the men were sure what to say, having never met someone scared of a bug. "She's use to a more domestic way of living," Violette tried to explain.
"Sue me; I'm not a nature person. Nature is something to look at not to touch," Mal fumed and then shot a glare at Lancelot, "Call me nature, Lancy and get your hand off my butt."
An uncomfortable silence fell on the group as they finished eating.
"So, Mal is short for Mary Ann Lydia, that's a beautiful name," Lancelot said playfully.
"So, Lancelot is that short for Lands-a-lot-of-women," Mal mocked, picking at her meal.
"Well, yes I suppose it could be," Lancelot smirked.
Mal just raised a suggestive eyebrow at him before turning back to the bone in front of her.
Violette let out a long exaggerated yawn, "Well, I think it's time to go to sleep," she got up, and when Mal didn't follow she grabbed her by the ear, dragging her over to the side of the camp.
Out of earshot Violette turned on her friend whispering harshly, "What the heck are you thinking? We can't get involved with them!"
"Look who's talking; what about prince charming over there? You seemed to be getting pretty comfortable with him; can't blame you though; he's a cutie."
"That doesn't matter! Nothing's going to happen, because we can't let it happen!"
"But dude, their real men! Not the pansies from our time that are only classified as men because of their dicks! Which aren't that impressive to begin with!" Mal hissed.
Violette opened her mouth to protest only to have Mal's hand slapped over it, "The women of our time are deprived, with an opportunity like this, we owe it to them!" Mal smirked, walking back to the group. She bent her face in front of Lancelot's and kissed him. When she pulled away his face was stuck between looking shocked and smug. She smiled sweetly, "Just incase I wake up in the real world tomorrow."
"Well if you're worried, I can help you make it more memorable," Lancelot suggested, Mal just laughed walking back to her friend. Violette stood there stunned, contemplating her friends behaviour, 'Mal was never this outgoing back home, she probably thinks this is all a dream,' Violette glanced at Galahad, who was staring at her; looking away quickly, with a deep blush creeping up her neck, she settled down beside Mal to go to sleep, 'Maybe this is a dream, but I hope it's not.'