I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-24 to see how my muse reacts to:
23. Your muse sitting on my muse’s knee
Merlin jumped and looked up from gazing into the fire as he felt a weight on his right knee. As she started to list off some things she wanted as gifts, he laughed. I hate to break it to you, Summer, but I’m not Saint Claus or whatever his name is.
She giggled. “But you are the most powerful sorcerer I know, so where else will magical gifts come from?”