( ooc: No worries! I'd be delighted to continue, I really love these two. And I have work and uni starting up again too, so snail pace suits me just fine! )

( Merlyn's sundress - a pretty blue thing that finished just above the knee - whipped with the speed at which she turned, because Lottie just said the magical combination of the words 'brownies' and 'whipped cream'. It must've been destiny for her to bring strawberries. )

Have I ever said no to brownies?

( Her look turned thoughtful for a moment. )

... No, I haven't. I hope that answers your question.

( Bless Gwen. Bless her entirely. She turned to lean against the counter, her hands curled around it loosely. )

So, um. Are you and her ...

( Merlyn gave Lottie a meaningful look, both eyebrows raised expectantly. It'd always been a little difficult to tell with Gwen and Lottie - whether they were, whether they weren't, whether Merlyn was simply fussing over something that wasn't there. After all, Gwen sometimes brought Merlyn food as well, although that was always with the fond exasperation of one mothering an incapable child. )