[ despite himself, he watches everything scurry around on its own with great interest and amusement. despite his magic being alarmingly powerful, merlin doesn't use it a great deal in day to day life. it doesn't hurt him to make tea the way other people do it, so that's how he usually chooses to do so. it fascinates him, though, how integral magic has become this far in the future. it makes something unclench in his chest, something he'd nearly forgotten pained him in the first place. ]

It's bizarre, [ he finally decides about his name, reaching out to pluck a spoon out of the air, breathing in her magic with interest. ] .. Sunlight in a field of wildflowers. Noon, when it's warmest. [ he turns the spoon between his fingers, eyes going half-lidded. ] I was wondering if I'd pin it down. Emphasis on the sunlight. [ a beat. ] Your magic is beautiful.

[ he releases the utensil finally, letting it soar through the air to fulfill its duty, and glances up with a small, wan smile. ]

I expect you'd best tell me more about this minister.