[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]

"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?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot laughs, "Oh-- a brave choice. 'Tis nice to have thy trust, but I do question thy judgment."

[futaille]

He laughs delightedly. "Oh, if that makes you question my judgment, remind me never to introduce you to the drinks of random chance."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Now that simply sounds dangerous."

[futaille]

"It's wonderfully hideous in every measure." He sounds entirely too overjoyed by this. "It was bad enough as we conceived it, but the mansion itself made its own edits to the pool almost immediately."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah, a game." He is at the bar now, considering options. "Who is 'we'?"

[futaille]

"Sagramore and myself. It went just as revoltingly as you might expect."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah, Christ," laughing. "The two of thee suit one another."

[futaille]

"It was a wonderful and absolutely hideous evening."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Thou hast unusual standards."

[futaille]

"Having the same standards as everyone else would be intolerable, though."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I'll not make thee suffer," jovially. He finds a bottle of claret and pours two glasses.

[futaille]

"Your kindness is unparalleled and your choices impeccable."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh, naturally."