Arthur had avoided Merlin's... cooking... to the best of his ability over the week. It was now Thursday, and he was hopeful that the immediate danger had passed. Which was, clearly, an important reason to remind both Merlin's and his (for the sake of proxy) tastebuds that there was such a thing as food on this Earth that didn't.

Well.

Pine nuts.

That was all he'd say.

Chilly Boulder found its door shoved open with some dedication. "Here we are," he told Merlin.

It was possible he hadn't exactly elaborated on the details of their goal this time, either. At least he'd specified food?

[[ arthur is here for that guy, yes, but chilly boulder is open for all your ice cream needs ]]