[ Blame Morgana. If he's missed a lesson, it's near always on account of her vile ways. ]

We've been charged with the task of, [ He closes his eyes, purses his lips, and and exhales hotly through his nose. The prince is not amoosed. ] of restoring colour and life to the land. Oh, and there's also a looming war that may potentially be the end of worlds, but mostly they just want us to paint the bloody town.

[ So unamoosed, Lancelot. It's absurd and unbearable and he just tries not to think too hard about it. ]