Sanam laughed lightly and put his hand in front of his mouth to try and contain it. He was looking back at the movie screen now. "It's still funny. I've seen it a great deal of times by now. Still funny each watch."

Sanam chuckled when she did. "I think that happens a lot in comedies. If it was real, it wouldn't be funny. But since it's fiction, it's alright to laugh."

Sanam glanced towards her, noticing she already seemed to be enjoying the movie. He'd judged correctly, then.

"Don't worry about it. I don't curse often either, though I'm familiar with nearly missing meetings or interviews. I work at home, mostly."

Sanam thought about it for a moment. "I might have a suggestion. It's a British romantic comedy. I find it pretty low-stress. I think you might like it." He turned his head to look at her. "It's called Four Weddings and a Funeral."

Sanam walked over to the couch, pausing a moment before picking a place to sit down. He sat down all the way to one side, resting his mug of tea on his thigh.

"Oh I see." He nodded, understanding. "Alright. You pick the film then." He smiled a little, just his mouth turning up at one side.

"I imagine that would be a bit of a spectacle." He chuckled again softly.

"What should we do in the meantime?"

"A... hat?" Sanam couldn't help but chuckle. "I don't know if I have any of those with me. I wasn't exactly planning for a low profile."

He took another sip from his mug. "Until nightfall you mean?"

Sanam nodded. "I'll text you the exact location from maps." He did as he promised, then took a sip of his tea as well.

"I think we should wait until dark. I don't know if Luthor is still looking for me."

-- looked terrified in real life.

I did think it would be a good place to start. I already looked to see what people were saying on social media. Nothing about King Arthur or Excalibur. Next step is to ask in person."

Sanam looked a little surprised about sword shops still existing. "I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised. People can be very serious about their hobbies."

He laughed a little at Ivette's reaction to the mural, his skin flushing. "I'm pretty sure I didn't look quite this heroic... I probably--

-- couple demons on the day of the takeover...

It's possible the others, if they're looking for me, might know this is who they're looking for. That was my thought."

-- building. It was a painting of a man, filthy enough not to be recognizable. Covered in black blood. He was holding up a sword a sword that shone like the sun.

"I guess I've become a local legend," he said sheepishly, turning his eyes down in slight embarrassment. "After I fought off a --

Sanam chuckled at that. "I don't believe those exist anymore."

He reached into his pocket and drew out his phone. "I want to show you something I saw on social media..." He passed his phone over to Ivette. On the screen was an Instagram post; a picture of a graffiti mural on the wall of a --

Sanam nodded. "I agree. It's the kind of attention that could attract trouble, whether they know what the sword is or not."

-- then I can use the sword to identify myself."

Sanam was taking two mugs out of the cabinet and setting them on the counter when he suddenly paused.

"... No... but there's an easy way to identify 𝘮𝘦." He turned around to look at her, an idea sparking in his eyes. "... What if they got the same message from Merlin that I did? If so... --

-- supposed to know what they look like."

"How about we do a green tea? It has caffeine but has a more calming effect than black teas."

He opened Ivette's cabinet and scanned to quickly for where he had stored the tea.

"I hope one of them has something that will give us a hint about who they are. I have no idea how I'm --

Sanam chuckled softly. "That would make things simpler, wouldn't it? It would have a similar effect as well. No one could use it save... Well... Me, I suppose."

He brought the now full kettle to the sink and placed it on the burner. "I apologize for stealing all of your tea."

Sanam brought the kettle to the sink and started filling it with water.

"It was meant to prove something, in the original story... Maybe they was the point this time as well. And it being known what it was, was how it got to be in my hands in the first place."

Sanam started towards Ivette's kitchen and opened the cabinet to pull out the kettle. He knew where it was by now.

"Well the... Stone was acting as the sword's scabbard... I'm not sure someone would have took the trouble to put the sword in the stone then just dropped the scabbard beside it."

Sanam was watching Ivette as she spoke, nodding along occasionally. "I wonder if the scabbard has any special properties, like the sword... or if it's just an ordinary one...

Should we make some tea? Sit down and do some reading?... Or... do you have other things you need to get done today?"

-- very real. Some of them seemed... similar somehow. Not the content, but... The way things looked... What people wore." He frowned. "Some things only come in fragments. I can't always remember the faces in them... But I do recall getting a sword driven through me... I had that one many times."

"Stories tend to change over time... Especially when it comes to things like legends."

He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, thinking for a moment. "I... Think they're memories... I started having very vivid dreams since I moved to Gotham. Thinking back on them now... They felt --

"Avalon, I think," Sanam recalled. "But as far as I know, that isn't a real place... We could do some more research? See if it was based on somewhere real," he suggested. "And on everything else as well, of course."

-- I remember getting killed."

-- and after a long silence, he absently touched his chest, as if feeling for something.

"We should also find out what really happened back then... The story goes that Arthur defeated Mordred and saved Camelot, but..." His fingers tightened slightly in the fabric of his shirt. "... I think --

Sanam nodded. "I do think we should do some research still... That's what I've been doing. If we were called back for a specific purpose, I think it could be tied to the past. I don't think it happened randomly."

He turned his gaze away as he thought about something. His brows crinkled, --

-- lessons in each life. You may be drawn to the same people sometimes, or the same gender if you liked being it before... But those lessons and mistakes were learned already. For instance... I don't see myself going to war over infidelity."