Leon shook his red curly head in disbelief. 75,000 pounds to a park?

"That's not very Arthur like," Leon reasoned flatly. "That's a ton of money."

Gawain shrugged. "So, we're at Arthur's place. Tossing back a few beers… discussing the ladies… a bit of Telly… making plans for the weekend. I flip to the news. A sweet little voice echoes to our boy. He freezes like chocolate ice cream. His eyes are glued to the Telly like he's memorizing her face. He doesn't move, not even a blink. Next thing, he's telling me to give her 75,000 pounds to build a park!"

Merlin giggled. "Give Gwen the money," Merlin urged. "Leave him alone; he has a little crush. It's cute."

Gawain lifted his dark brows. "Care to enlighten us on the joke? How did he meet 75,000?"

Merlin sighed. " Baby Vivian will be our only child. I can't do this again. Morgana wants coffee from Starbucks, well, the baby wants coffee. A few weeks ago, we didn't have a table. Gwen is a sweet gentle soul. She offered us her table. We chatted for a few moments. Life goes on. Arthur was smitten"

"So, they went out after Arthur helped into a carriage? Smittened?"

Merlin shook his dark head in denial. "No, she's very nice, and very kind. Perky, and did I say very kind? Arthur would leave his grimy fingerprints all over her. No, he didn't ask for her number or email. Now that I think of it; she might balance him out."

Gawain crossed his arms. " You said Mithian would balance him out."

Merlin scrunched his face in confusion. "They should have worked. Perfect on paper; and perfect in person. They should have worked."

" Paper doesn't say anything about passion. I say we go to her little carnival to check her out."

Leon's face twisted in horror. "That's creepy... stalking."

Gawain smirked. "No, she invited half of Britain."

"Leon, don't forget to make the donation from Arthur. Morgana sent me down to donate 10,000. She found her lovely."

Gawain and Leon exchanged looks.

"Arthur and Morgana aren't nice people." Gawain grinned at merlin. "No offense."

"None taken, Morgana isn't a kitten. More like a jaguar ready to pounce."

"I don't understand," Leon mumbled.

"Look at it this way, people always want something from Arthur and Morgana. When is the last time that someone did something nice for them? She didn't even recognize Arthur and Morgana. Arthur is splashed across the papers and Telly daily."

"Perhaps."

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Golden sunlight drifted across her dark curls as she rested on a unraveling pink and white blanket. Arthur offered her a strawberry.

"Did you bring chocolate?"

"No, I couldn't keep it warm. I'm sorry."

She shook her dark head. "Don't apologize. Just being here in our park is perfect. Everything is perfect. Finally, I'm happy."

Arthur stroke her soft cheek.

"I'm beyond happy. Never felt like anything like this before-"

"Arthur… Arthur… Arthur, are you listening to me," Uther snapped weakly.

A folder of papers flipped out of Arthur's hands. "Yes, the Asian markets are not stable."

Uther's mouth dropped open. "No, We're back to Europe… Greece and Italy. Where are you?"

Gawain smirked. "He has 75,000 reasons not pay attention.

Arthur casted an evil look at Gawain.

"Pay attention."

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Gawain's 's eyes watched a small young woman racing around tables, her hair blowing in her eyes. He didn't want to smile when so many people hugged and kissed her.

Her laughter is magical; and it adds something like fairy dust to the carnival. Whoa, old boy, magical? Fair dust? What in the world is wrong with you? She does have a nice body, a really nice body. Off limits, she's Arthur's. Even though, he doesn't know it yet. Poor Curly Top doesn't have a clue that Arthur's crushing. Did I use the word crushing? Cute, if you like stuff like this. My motto: their flat, and out before sun comes up. I can tell him 75000 reasons that he's hooked on her. She doesn't have a clue.

Gawain smiled a blonde woman with sparkling blue eyes offering him a candy apple.

"How much?"

"Five pounds."

Gawain grinned as his eyebrows went up. "Five pounds?'

"Gwen said to sell them for one pound. But, you look like you can pay more."

"That price adjusting. You can't do that. It's illegal."

"Look, it's a carnival. Do you want the apple?"

"Yes, but you're ripping me off. To be expected… American."

"It's not a dirty word. That will be six pounds. I'm a New Yorker, proud of it."

"You just said five!"

"Supply and demand."

Gawain gave the lady twenty pounds. Hurriedly, she handed over his candy apple.

"Keep the change."

"I had planned to anyway."

"What's your name?'

"Vivian."

"Enjoy your stay in London."

Leisurely, Gawain's warm eyes traveled over Vivian. She was petite and slender. Her beauty didn't match her sour snappy personality. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. Gawain shot her one last frown. Gawain bit into his apple as his eyes caught Gwen racing around the park like a scared chicken. He walked rapidly over to greet her.

"Miss?"

Gwen's head whipped around.

"Can I help you?"

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"Are you stalking her, Arthur?"

"No, I wanted a carnival food. Something simple and light. She advertised carnival food."

Merlin shook his dark head. "She has the money for the park Just ask her out."

"I'm not interested."

"I'll believe that when the Pope isn't Catholic.'

Arthur waved his head in denial. "She's a nice girl. She's doing a good deed. I'm just reaping the rewards. Leave me alone."

Merlin noticed Arthur's body tensing in shock or anger. Merlin sighed when he spotted Gawain speaking with Gwen. A huge smile on her face as Gawain beamed at the younger woman.

"What is he doing," Arthur fumed.

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Leon hid behind a tree with Percy. Percy didn't understand why they were spying on Arthur and Merlin. Arthur and Merlin appeared to be spying on Gawain talking to a girl with wavy dark hair.

"What are we doing?"

Leon looked around like he worked for MI-5.

"Trying to understand why Arthur gave her 75,000 pounds for a park."

"She's pretty."

"Not Arthur like…"

"True, but she's pretty…"

"I just have to know."

"Leon, people can see us. Bad idea… oh, I see Lemonade," Percy said calmly

"I smell popcorn," Leon whispered

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Gwen folded her arms across her chest as she listened to an extremely handsome man.

"You paid 6 dollars for a candy apple?'

Gawain shook his head.

"I paid pounds. Are you American?"

Gwen waved her hands. "I'm British… well half British. I was born and raised here. My mother is American."

"Oh."

"Back to your apple… did a blonde sell it to you?"

"Yes."

"Vivian," Gwen sighed. "Vivian is a bit brash. It's for a really good cause. I don't give refunds. I'm sorry."

"Understandable."

"I have to go."

"Definitely."

Gawain watched Gwen heading towards the smores booth. He understood why Arthur donated the money. She was beyond sweet and charming. She would be good for Arthur. He needed bit of sweetness.

"Ouch."

Gawain rubbed the back of his head. "What was that for?"

Arthur's face twisted in rage. "What are you doing ...spying on her?"

Gawain opened his eyes wide. "What's worse stalking or spying?"

"Not stalking. I wanted a bag of popcorn."

Gawain laughed at his mate. "She's sweet… sweeter than my apple."

"Apples are bad for you, Snow White."

Gawain didn't feel like busting Arthur's chops." She's off to make Smores."

Arthur didn't know why he suddenly wanted a Smore . He usually despised them. Who would put chocolate and marshmallow on a digestive biscuit?

"She's not for you," Arthur warned.

Gawain saluted Arthur. "Message delivered loudly."

Arthur stomped away from his friends.

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Morded twisted Marshmallows over a grill as his blue eyes watched Sophia dropping Chocolate on digestive biscuits. Sighing, he observed her licking chocolate from her fingers as his heart thumped.

"Gwen, I need to wash my hands. Can you take over?"

"Yes. Off with you."

Like a love starved puppy, Morded watched Sophia skip happily away.

"Morded, you burning the marshmallows."

"They need to be a bit burnt. Adds to the taste. I went to camp in the States too."

Gwen lowered her eyes.

"I'm sorry… I forget sometimes."

"It's okay."

Morded's face warped in aversion when he saw Arthur approaching Gwen's booth.

"What's he doing here?"

Gwen looked around as a huge smile formed on her face. She shivered at bit when she looked at Arthur. His eyes a deeper blue with his matching jumper. He looked a golden handsome god.

Gwen turned to Morded. "How does my hair look."

"A curly puffy mess. Why do you care?"

"I don't know…"

"Goodness… I'm too young for this."

"Do I look okay?"

"As cute as a button."

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Arthur wanted to rub his belly to send his flock of butterflies out of his stomach. I'm Arthur Pendragon… women love me, except her. She's really cute in jeans and black sweater.

"Hello Gwen. We met-"

"At Starbucks, " Gwen completed. "It's good to see you, Arthur."

She remembers my name.

"How's your sister?'

"Cranky."

"It happens. Would you like to buy a smore?"

"Perhaps… not a fan of digestive biscuits."

Gwen grinned. "No, these are actually Honey Maid graham crackers straight from the USA ."

"How?'

"Vivian. My cousin brought them over."

"Oh."

Would you like to try one?"

"How much?'

"One pound?"

"That's a bit much for one single smore."

"Really?"

"No."

Arthur eyed Gwen placing a bit of chocolate on a graham cracker. Morded cast he look of death at him when he passed Gwen a marshmallow. She hurriedly pressed a biscuit on topped of her masterpiece.

"Now, it's yummy."

Arthur eyed it carefully. "Okay." He took a small nibble. He moaned in pleasure. "This is delightful.'

"You need Honey Maid graham crackers."

"I taste the difference.."

"Let me show you the carnival?'

Morded dropped his metal sticks. "What?'

"I'm going to show Arthur around."

"Sophia isn't back."

Morded groaned inside when Sophia bopped up.

Arthur noticed a blaze of affection for Sophia in Morded's eyes.

"Back Gwen!"

Gwen grabbed Arthur's hand. They both decided to ignore a hot sensations racing along their arms..

"Back in a bit."