[Open Post] ..Tuesday afternoon..

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot feels that things have been a strange mix of tumult and routine. This is probably because they have. But today, so far, is routine in all respects. His day has proceeded apace through his usual steps -- drills, tending to Rivelin, coffee, lunch with Susan -- and the afternoon is now stretching out before him in a very satisfying way. He feels good, settled.

And so it is that he's in the café, reading (or mostly reading), with more coffee at hand. Given that he seems to be splitting time equally between having his eyes on his book and gazing out the window, he will not be bothered if anyone comes to chat.

Comments

[futaille]

"An excellent set of observations. I'd go so far as to say you're correct in every particular."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I know I'm correct in at least one."

[futaille]

He affects a solemn expression, eyes still gleaming with amusement. "Ah yes, the one about sharing a drink."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah, no," lightly, "Diversions."

[futaille]

He laughs. "Ah, true. You would know that one as well."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Difficult to say for certain, with any of the others."

[futaille]

"Very true. After all, it's so hard to say what's natural talent as opposed to what one accumulates with the benefit of hard work."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"In some cases, surely it's both."

[futaille]

"That is true. It's good to cultivate natural talent, after all."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He leans against the bar, "I would agree. Practice augments talent."

[futaille]

"Words of wisdom. I should practice more." So with that resolved, he steps in to give Lancelot another kiss.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot chuckles even as he kisses back.

[futaille]

He lets it linger for a bit before settling back on his heels. "I should thank you for the assistance."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot manages to stop himself from leaning in, following the kiss. "I'm always happy to spar."

[futaille]

"Practice sessions are indeed very important."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I could not agree more."

[futaille]

"Now I am hardly averse to an argument, but on some things, it's definitely preferable to have consensus."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He laughs and raises his glass again, "Just so."

[futaille]

He grabs his own glass again and lifts it. "To consensus."

[lanselos_du_lac]

With a teasing little grin, Lancelot says, "To thee."

[futaille]

And that of all things causes him to turn a bit pink, so he promptly covers it by taking a drink.

[lanselos_du_lac]

And if Lancelot looks a little bit smugly pleased at himself as he takes his own drink, well. Who could blame him?

[futaille]

After getting his complexion reasonably under control, he sets his glass back down. "Ah, and now you have the look of the man who's gone and added to his list of observations."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Perhaps," grinning. "Seems not so easy to cause thee to flush. I rather like it."

[futaille]

"Oh, very nearly an impossibility," he says, cheerfully but inaccurately, "if only very nearly."