After cursing at Arthur II, who looks personally betrayed by the insult, Arthur storms out of his room and heads toward the kitchen.
He stops the moment he sees the scene in front of him.
Three women. Chatting. Laughing.
Smiling like this is the most peaceful morning in Concordia.
He sighs.
Deeply.
Dramatically.
I bet the three of them slept like babies.
He conveniently forgets that one of those babies was wailing minutes ago.
Maeve notices him first.
"Good morning, Arthur! I hope you had a nice sleep. Breakfast?"
He squints at her.
Is she mocking me? She has to be mocking me.
Theo and Alicia turn around.
"Morning, Art."
"Good morning."
Arthur mutters something that might resemble a greeting.
Theo blinks.
Twice.
This is… wrong.
Arthur Montrose in pajamas?
Arthur Montrose with bed hair?
Arthur Montrose looking like he lost a fight with his pillow?
Impossible.
Arthur is the human embodiment of "presentable."
