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I'll try and get more coherent thoughts up later, after I've had sleep and such, but for now:

"Big Bear." Little John, I believe the proper phrase here is "Get yer coat, luv, ye've pulled." LOVE! SO MUCH LOVE! Also, how awesome was her rack?
Allan! Guy! Marian! *flail* The hugging, and the smiling, and OMG someone please write be Missing Scene fic about Guy and Allan coming up with this plan, please?
I want Djaq/John/Eleanor. Pretty please with sprinkles on top?
That Legrand guy irritated me, and it took me until halfway through the episode before I realised why: he reminds me too much of Eighties era George Michael.
[ETA] Oh! There was more Allan sleeping in random places -- this is totally never going to get any explanation in canon, is it? Gah. [/ETA]

Brief reaction to the extended trailer: "Your loyalty will be rewarded." *flail, keyboardmash* Rationally, I know Allan will go back to the Outlaws, but dammit, even without the shippy bits, it's going to break my heart if Guy gets betrayed by yet another person. :(

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And Guy kept getting dragged into alcoves off the main castle cloister and corridors for "Bweee! HORSIE!! :-D" Thank-You-Sex for at least a week. (Marian: "And why are you so happy?" Guy: "horsie. *post-coital-melt*")

Ahahah! And then she goes to the Forest to meet Robin, except he's busy trying to placate Much, who is VERY PUT OUT that he never got a horsie. ("John at least got me a goose, what did you get me? Apart from punched by your crazy ex, I mean?") and then she has to go join a convent or the Crusadses or something because all the men in her life are twelve.

Poor Marian. Hee.

(Or she could just give in and make a daisy-crown for Guy. Because that would amuse me greatly. :D)

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! This is SO TRUE. Guy needs lessons in non-penetrative ways of saying 'I like you LOADS'. I bet his first lesson was riding pillion on the back of Allan's horsie. *nodnod*

Awwwww! I bet he wouldn't know where to put his hands during a hug, either. Because they'd normally go straight for the arse, but that seems rude, somehow.

(Okay, now I'm imagining Allan teaching Guy how to woe Marian without scaring her off. "You can't just barge into her room like that, mate, you have to knock first. and get her some flowers every once in a while." And then, of course, Guy has to practice on Allan. :D )

Mpf. Yes. Allan wakes up in a bed with silk sheets, and there's Guy hovering over him all "Oh, good, you're awake! :D"

HURRAH! I'm all for anything that'd reduce Guy n' Allan to a purring heap of human!Tribble bliss. *nodnod*

For reasons unknown even to me, that gave me an image of Allan with morning hair. Mussy! Awww!

Ahahah! And then she goes to the Forest to meet Robin, except he's busy trying to placate Much, who is VERY PUT OUT that he never got a horsie. ("John at least got me a goose, what did you get me? Apart from punched by your crazy ex, I mean?")

And Robin's torn between horsie-fumage and soothing Much ("Didn't I give you my waistcoat, Much? *anvil-sized 'we're SO having sex' hint* My waistcoat??"), so Marian backs away sloooowly and goes to talk to Djaq ("So, you are saying Guy's gift of a horsie has driven them both insane?"), but Will overhears ("Horsie... *emo!teardrop*") cue Marian & Djaq grabbing all the men in their lives by the throat and screaming "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HORSIE THING?!"

And all the boys go "BWEEEEEEEEEEE HORSIE! *_*" then cry if they haven't got one.

and then she has to go join a convent or the Crusadses or something because all the men in her life are twelve. Poor Marian. Hee.

I think Djaq'd advise the convent 'cause Crusade? The siege of Acre was broken by 50,000 men shreiking "HORRRRRRSIIIIIIIIIIIIE!" excitedly and bouncing around.

(Or she could just give in and make a daisy-crown for Guy. Because that would amuse me greatly. :D)

(Oh crap, now I want to filk: SPRRRRRRRRINGTIME for Vayseyyyyy in Nottinghaaaaaam! It's either that or face up to the adorkability overload of Allan Randomly Asleep on a meadow haystack while Guy - equipped with daisy-crown - uses a buttercup as a pitiful excuse to whisper "Mmm, butter." and licky-nibble yellow light reflections until Allan goes "Oi! Gerroff!")

Awwwww! I bet he wouldn't know where to put his hands during a hug, either. Because they'd normally go straight for the arse, but that seems rude, somehow.

Going by The Big Guy/Marian Snog of Ultimate Distraction - Guy's got an 'Oh... Hug? Umm... *big-arm-y-cling-clamp-squish*' thing going on, complete with the combination 'Overbalance Tiem Nao? Y/YyYy' move.

(Okay, now I'm imagining Allan teaching Guy how to woe Marian without scaring her off. "You can't just barge into her room like that, mate, you have to knock first. and get her some flowers every once in a while." And then, of course, Guy has to practice on Allan. :D )

(And the practices don't go too well - for Marian - as Guy n' Allan invariably end up in a nekkid heap of crushed wildflowers and honeycake crumbs, to which Allan will have to say: "Now you propose before you do that bit.")

Mpf. Yes. Allan wakes up in a bed with silk sheets, and there's Guy hovering over him all "Oh, good, you're awake! :D"

Would now be a good time to mention one of the really cool side effects of heatstroke/dehydration is perspiration overload so, those silk sheets? Will be clinging very interestingly and there will be sheening and trickling and... You're right, Guy'd be all "Oh, good, you're awake! :D" if he's capable of saying more than "BWEEE! ALLANSIE! :D" before pouncing.

For reasons unknown even to me, that gave me an image of Allan with morning hair. Mussy! Awww!

I... Ah, oh... You HAD to say 'Allan with morning hair', didn't you? That makes my brain jump to 'Allan doesn't DO mornings' and the mental picture of quilted PJs and him almost falling asleep in his porridge.