[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 hast proven that, I would say."

[futaille]

And Grantaire's inner contrarian decides to show that it really can't stay in abeyance for too long. "Oh, see, I do not know if I would go so far as to say I've proven it in all cases. There are, after all, several worlds and times whose games and pastimes I have barely begun to taste. It is entirely possible that I may yet come across one which is indeed best enjoyed in solitude. Now, I cannot personally conceive of what a pastime might be like, as even a game of patience is best experienced with a friend nearby to comment on your game or even just converse with while playing, but that may merely be a failure of my own imagination. So although there is a great deal of supporting evidence, I can hardly say it's a true proof. Certainly a promising theory, though."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"If this is where we're heading, I shall need more wine."

[futaille]

He leans over to grab the bottle of wine and tops off his own glass before handing it to Lancelot. "You'll rarely hear me not advocate for more wine in any case."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He tops off his own, grinning at Grantaire. "So, what lesson in ridiculousness art thou considering for me next?"

[futaille]

He takes a drink, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Do you have a preference as to what genre of ridiculousness our next venture falls into?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

He shrugs, grinning a little, "I am but the lowly student."

[futaille]

"Oh, see, that's a quandary." He smothers a smile. "I'm hesitant to start another game when you clearly haven't mastered the first one..."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Then that argues for an attempt to demonstrate my mastery of pinball."

[futaille]

"Oh, excellent idea. And offers the opportunity of me as a witness, as that." He looks over at his stage. "I should probably put the tables back first, though."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I can help with that."

[futaille]

He slips off from the counter. "I'll certainly take your help." He grins. "Thankless cleanup jobs."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot laughs, "Aye, but I suppose if we made the mess it's only right."

[futaille]

"Oh, of course. Enjolras would give me such a look if I left it like this." He heads over to the stage, laughing. "Not that that wouldn't be entertaining, mind you."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I imagine it would be amusing to explain why, as well."

[futaille]

He starts to drag tables back where they belong. "Oh, it would be an epic tale, I assure you."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot pitches in to set everything back as they found it, "No doubt he would be charmed."

[futaille]

Thankfully the stage wasn't overly large to begin with, so between the two of them they can make pretty quick work of it. "Well, there is perhaps some doubt. It would rather depend on what he was doing at the time. It may surprise you to learn that I am not in fact constantly charming."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I cannot see how one might find thee anything but charming, I admit."

[futaille]

"I shall do my best to keep that impression of me in your mind, then. I may even be able to attain it indefinitely."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"It will take little work, sir, I assure thee."

[futaille]

Grantaire laughs. "I'll happily take a simple task when it's offered."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Hast given thyself a strong lead," giving him a teasing grin. "Have we enough wine?"

[futaille]

"Oh, that is possibly the last thing I would ever be a good judge of. My 'enough wine' far outstrips most people's."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He drains his glass, says easily, "Grab another bottle."