[Open Post] ..like the bird that you can't see..

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot is in a very good mood indeed. He feels settled, assured. He feels as he did, he thinks, back when he first found his feet at court -- he is someplace he belongs, he can be assured that people will treat him with respect, if not kindness or welcoming. He lets himself revel in it, a little, as it's been a long while since he felt anywhere near as nice as this.

The weather is good: sunny, crisp, the familiar feeling of autumn as winter is hovering close by. He goes to his own room and fetches his sword. He runs his usual drills, though with a kind of ease and almost carelessness he hasn't had since he was young. (Perhaps he is young enough, still. He can't be sure. He has already lived past the age his father was when he died, but that means almost nothing. His father died in battle and Lancelot is, now, no longer likely to ever see such a fate.)

Afterwards, he showers and decides he might as well find breakfast. So he's now heading toward one of the kitchens, looking cheerful for once.

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[timebethine]

"Ay--I'd gladly bed thee, an that should be thy wish, but even if I did, thy friendship with her is of a different character entirely. She sees thee, and it ennobles thee to be held in her regard." He smiles. "It makes me glad to see thee happy."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot nearly goes scarlet at that admission, though he manages to maintain some kind of dignity about it. "Aye," after he very carefully swallows his bite of crepe, "You see the right of it, and I am very much happy, today."

[timebethine]

Satisfied that he has caused a small, harmless amount of mayhem, Laertes sits back and finishes his breakfast in companionable silence.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot does the same, though as he is finishing and setting down his fork he asks, cautiously, "Is that true? What you said."

[timebethine]

"Ay, I'm glad to see thee happy."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He shakes his head, "No, the-- other part."

[timebethine]

"Ah--yes. It's of no moment to me; I only remember that thou wert flirting a little, that day on the boat. But palinka makes men melancholy or merry, and thou wert merry indeed with me. Ask me to forget it, and it's forgotten." Laertes gathers up his plate, then reaches for Lancelot's.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot pulls it away, keeping his eyes on Laertes, "Was I flirting?"

He might have been. He very well might have been. But he wants to understand how Laertes recalls it. However, before Laertes can answer he says, "I'd not have thee forget it, but-- I thought thy kiss a jest."

[timebethine]

"Not a jest. Only--thou wert not sure whether thou wert flirting, or nay. I thought only, 'if I kiss him, and it likes him well, then he was flirting; if not, then it was all in play.'" He draws back his hand. "I'm sorry."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Another little head-shake, "Don't be sorry. Hast caused me no offense, I'm only surprised. And somewhat at myself."

He looks thoughtful, then hands the plate to Laertes. "I was drunk, it's true, but I felt comfortable. It did surprise me, and I didn't think anything was meant by it, but-- and-- Sagramore--"

[timebethine]

Laertes takes it and stacks it with his own, settling the forks on top. "Ay, thou saidst he kissed thee, too."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He nods and makes a thoughtful sound. His brow is furrowed. "So, shouldst thou lie with me, it would not go ill with him?"

[timebethine]

Laertes has to laugh at that, just a little huff of amusement. "Nay, nor with me if thou liest with him."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah--" Lancelot looks back up at Laertes. "I see."

[timebethine]

"I'm going to wash these," says Laertes mildly. "Canst come, or stay, or go, as it please thee."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He still looks thoughtful but he gets up, "I can help."

He follows Laertes back to the kitchen, and by the time they get there he looks more jovial. He's still sorting through things, but as he comes to certain realizations he relaxes.

As they start the dishes he says, mostly easily, "I will keep in mind the offer thou hast made."

[timebethine]

"It wasn't an offer," Laertes laughs as he starts rinsing out the batter bowl. "An offer, I might expect thee to accept. Truly, I would not ask such a thing of thee--only take gladly, should the passion strike thee to give."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I see," he laughs a little, "I think I understand thee now."

[timebethine]

"Good, because I'm at the point of mixing myself up terribly," he says, grinning.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I am mixed up most of the time," dryly, "One adjusts."

[timebethine]

"One adjusts," Laertes echoes. "This place adjusts one faster than most. In coming here ... it was as though a veil had been torn from mine eyes. Suddenly, I could see things as they were."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I can't say it's been quite like that for me, but-- things have changed, for me, and mostly for the best. I would thank thee for some of that."

[timebethine]

"If I've been some little help to thee, I'm glad of it," says Laertes as he starts to scrub down the cutting board. Bright red strawberry juice fades to pink, then sluices off the board entirely.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Hast been a good friend to me," drying off whatever Laertes hands him next.

[timebethine]

"I hope I have," says Laertes. "Hast made other friends, besides the lovely Susan?"