It was near the end of the meal that Sir Lancelot came racing into the dining hall, his hair a mess, and a distinctly pink shade around his lips. His green eyes were panicked, and Artie couldn't help but chuckle as a very well put together Lady Guinevere came in behind him, slower, and not a hair out of place.
"Sir Artie, it completely slipped my mind! Are you alright? Did someone-" Artie raised her hand, a smile playing on her lips as she showed off the new bracelet. He was heaving great breaths into his lungs, as if he had been running. Artie had no idea what he'd been up to if he was in this state and Lady Guinevere was fine.
