Then seats it is. [And because Morgana is so aligned with the land, because she has lived here and practiced so long it doesn't take much for her to manipulate the nearby plants, who suddenly sprout and grow until they weave into a set of bench seats, cushions made out of moss and other soft greenery formed on their surface.

Arthur startled, but tried not to look too alarmed that his long lost sister, his best friend, had some aspect to her he'd never known to look and see before she went away. Morgana squeezes his hand before using that anchor point to drag him off towards the seats which are more comfortable than they look.]

That was -

Magic, yes, you missed me climbing out of the tree earlier, I guess. You were doing your best rock impression while the Lantern was trying not to draw attention to you.

[Arthur rubbed his temples, sinking back into the seat. At least if the furniture came alive and ate him he wouldn't have to think about this longer.]