"Green on. Red off. Got it." Merlin nods, looking from the phone to Alainn. "Is that your breakfast? You should let me cook you something better sometime." Maybe after the lesson. Though he gets the feeling by the time he learns anything of significance about technology, it'll be closer to suppertime.

"Did you know any of this stuff before or did you learn it since coming here?" He remembers Bancroft saying something about trees, and Merlin's pretty sure that phones don't grow on them.