[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]

His eyes widen a bit. "Just the oth-- how lately?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

Oh, this is good. He puts on an air of questioning, "How lately. Hmm. Let me recall."

[futaille]

Grantaire is fairly certain he's being trolled, but not completely certain, and that remaining uncertainty like a gnat buzzing around his brain. "If it's that difficult to recall, then I must have checked recently enough."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He gives him a look of concern, "Canst not recall yesterday? Art thou well?"

[futaille]

It is with utmost difficulty that he is not immediately haring off to the game room to actually check the list. "Well then. If you did manage to overtop my high score yesterday, then congratulations. If you did not.... also congratulations."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot bursts into delighted laughter, "Oh, aye-- I thank thee for thy congratulations. 'Twas no mean feat."

[futaille]

He laughs a little and shakes his head. "An entirely different challenge met, then."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He looks very pleased. "I have been practicing, but-- alas, not yet have I defeated thee."

[futaille]

"Well, then I hope you realize it's to your credit that I was fully ready to believe you might have."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I assure thee, I do."

[futaille]

"Good. Also, I clearly need to check more often. That way when you take the top spot, I can retake it as soon as possible."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Thinkest thou I will defeat thee without thy presence?"

[futaille]

"I think it's entirely possible you could. Unless you refuse to keep playing if you get too close in practice."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Another little toast, "Now thou hast the right of it."

[futaille]

He blinks. "Really? I wouldn't mind if you did defeat me from afar, you know."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah, but that would prevent me from seeing thee at that moment."

[futaille]

"Ah, of course, an advantage I had somehow not considered." He pushes himself up to sit on the countertop. "A decorative flourish to victory, with my bewildered face adding an extra savor."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Just so, just so," grinning up at him. "Besides, thou needst proof it was I who outpaced thee. Anyone can put letters in, should they best thy score."

[futaille]

"Oh, and you think it likely that someone would be eager to place such letters that would give you the credit instead of themselves? They would be a very generous player indeed."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"It may not be likely, but I'd not give thee any cause to question."

[futaille]

"You're right," he says solemnly. "I would read no further than L and immediately assume myself vanquished by Lan Wangji."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot grins and empties his glass, "Aye, that's a conclusion I'd not have thee draw."

[futaille]

He laughs. "That is fair. Although I halfway want to introduce him to the game now, just to make it a possibility."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Aye, go on then, increase the challenge."

[futaille]

"More entertainment to be had that way, anyway. Raises the stakes."