[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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[futaille]

He promptly climbs to his feet and takes a bow. "Thank you, thank you." He then promptly hops off the stage. "Now mind you, as plays go, I would hardly class that among the finest, but it's at least a general idea of how it works."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Very... illustrative." He gives Grantaire a grin and steps forward, offering his hand in assistance down from the stage rather gallantly.

[futaille]

Taking Lancelot's hand to accept the assistance as he dismounts, he grins. "Thank you very much. I hope I did some small part in letting you envision theater."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Aye, so thou hast. All my questions answered." He keeps Grantaire's hand, though that feels bold. "I know not how I may thank thee."

[futaille]

"Ah, your applause was surely thanks enough for my meager play," he says with a grin. "Although perhaps a kiss may not come amiss should you feel the applause somehow inadequate."

[lanselos_du_lac]

With this little bit of approval, or permission, Lancelot draws him into a kiss.

[futaille]

And Grantaire quite happily returns the kiss, not in any particular hurry to end it.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He lets it go on a little longer than he maybe should, and when he draws back he's flushed, grinning. "I hope that makes my gratitude clear."

[futaille]

He grins back, coming very close to laughing. "Oh, if this is the reward for putting on an absolutely terrible play, I will clearly have to originate more of them."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"It takes very little, I see, to inspire see."

[futaille]

"Or I see greatness where others see little."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Hm, I ought to have expected an argument."

[futaille]

"That's me," he says with a grin and an ironic half bow, "general contrarian and master of the art of quibbling."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Thou'rt ridiculous," laughing.

[futaille]

"Well of course I am. Most people are, I am just happy to revel in it."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I do not object," he still has Grantaire's hand.

[futaille]

"I would certainly hope not." He lifts their hands and presses a playful kiss to the back of Lancelot's.

[lanselos_du_lac]

This produces a brighter smile and a flush, surprised and pleased, and additionally stymies any comeback he might have had.

[futaille]

"I did not think that was quite enough ridiculousness to induce speechlessness, but I find it flattering that apparently it was."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Not ridiculous," with a little laugh, "unexpected."

[futaille]

"A compromise, then. Ridiculously unexpected."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Very well, I accept that compromise. Come, I think you've earned yourself a drink."

[futaille]

"An earned drink tastes that much better," he says with a grin.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He draws Grantaire across the room, "What wouldst thou have?"

[futaille]

"How about for this, you surprise me?"