*On his way to give Morgana flowers Merlin spots Arthur and hides them behind his back*
Arthur: Ah, Merlin. I need you to…What are you hiding behind your back?
Merlin: Nothing. See?
Arthur: What are you up to?
Merlin: What, nothing, honestly. Arthur, I would never lie to you. I respect you far too much for that. You wanted me to do something.
Arthur: My chainmail needs cleaning.
Merlin: Oh, well…I’ll see to it right away.
Merlin: I was cleaning the stables.
Arthur: That’s strange. Because a little bird told me you were somewhere else.
Merlin: Mucking out the stables is strange and a talking bird isn’t?
Arthur: Merlin, what’ve we said about you trying to be funny?
Merlin: I shouldn’t.
Merlin: Forbearnan.
*the campfire is set afire*