It was sometime later that night when Lina grasped how dangerous allowing the Arthurian characters into her world really was.
     "And I thought that it was gloomy here before," she muttered.  "What are they doing?"
     "Arranging a whine contest," Margawse said.  "They’re going to whine about who has it worse, and finally pick a winner."
     Lina shuddered.
     Meanwhile Zelgadiss had a cup of tea to calm his nerves.
     "Here," Niniane said.  "Take some of mine.  I shouldn’t drink much more of this…but with this crowd…" she sighed, and poured herself another glass.
     Merlin walked over and prodded Niniane.  "And all it would have to say is, "What, I don’t understand, and Where’s the Tea.""
     "Shut up," Niniane said.  "And keep the Douglas Adams quotes to yourself."  She resumed sulking.
     Eris curled up asleep with her head in Rezo’s lap.
     "Don’t the spikes ever get uncomfortable?" Morgan asked.
     Rezo shrugged.
     Margawse determinedly tried to pick up on Gourry, with little or no luck.
     Gawaine talked to an adoring Sylphiel while Nagha horrified Igraine with her sense of fashion.
     Amelia and Guenivere debated how they could reform the world in high, chipper tones.
     And Arthur sat, all alone, contemplating both how Camelot would ever function without him and, more importantly, "why me."

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