[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.

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[lanselos_du_lac]

"Would that I could help thee," narrowly avoiding a miss.

[futaille]

"That is true. You are wise indeed." He watches the ball bounce a few more times. "Oh, I'm nearly finished with the plant painting for you, by the way."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot looks up in surprise, freezing for a second, which absolutely means that the second ball is lost.

"What?"

[futaille]

He nods easily, grinning. "It's mostly down to the fine details now."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I did not think thou wast serious."

[futaille]

"Oh, I'm extremely serious about being ridiculous."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Shameful that thou wouldst use that against me," in tones of mock offense. He is, however, blushing a little and still looking moderately surprised.

[futaille]

"I assure you I have been called shameless on multiple occasions, so that would hardly deter me," is his easy reply. "That said, although I'll admit the timing of my announcement was entirely intentional, it's still to be a gift freely given and not against you in any way."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot smiles, glancing down, "Ah, no-- that I understand. I will be glad to see it, whenever it is ready."

[futaille]

And that's a grin. "Good. Now I believe you still have one more ball to play."

[lanselos_du_lac]

A laugh, "Christ, that's so-- but how am I meant to concentrate now?"

[futaille]

"Oh no, what a dreadful state of affairs." Is he on the verge of laughter? Absolutely.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Monstrous," laughing again. He turns back to the table, takes a breath, and lets the last ball fly.

[futaille]

"At least you now get more practice keeping your concentration in extraordinary circumstances now. Focusing on the game instead of a future painting of a potted lily."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Or Christ knows what else." Since he's now less focused, he's also less reserved in his play, a little more expressive or mobile. He is very much doomed to get nowhere near the score he needs, but that only really means he has given himself permission to relax a little.

[futaille]

"I have a suspicion that Christ has more important things to bother with than knowing about what you might be focusing on while playing pinball."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Thou'rt likely correct," flicking a quick glance over at Grantaire.

[futaille]

He laughs. "Although what a world if He didn't."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh? Think'st thou there would be a great difference?"

[futaille]

"It seems to me that such a circumstance would be formed from a great difference. Imagine a world in which there was nothing of greater import that could distract the Almighty from this game. It would be an impossible utopia."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Fair point," though now his attention is a little more on the game. Perhaps if he can manage another multiball?

[futaille]

"I should note that down, I rarely make good points."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Are thy limitations to be mine as well?"

[futaille]

"Oh, you can make all the good points you'd like."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He laughs, "Thou'rt increasingly distracting."