[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]

"That is true. It's good to cultivate natural talent, after all."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He leans against the bar, "I would agree. Practice augments talent."

[futaille]

"Words of wisdom. I should practice more." So with that resolved, he steps in to give Lancelot another kiss.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot chuckles even as he kisses back.

[futaille]

He lets it linger for a bit before settling back on his heels. "I should thank you for the assistance."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot manages to stop himself from leaning in, following the kiss. "I'm always happy to spar."

[futaille]

"Practice sessions are indeed very important."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I could not agree more."

[futaille]

"Now I am hardly averse to an argument, but on some things, it's definitely preferable to have consensus."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He laughs and raises his glass again, "Just so."

[futaille]

He grabs his own glass again and lifts it. "To consensus."

[lanselos_du_lac]

With a teasing little grin, Lancelot says, "To thee."

[futaille]

And that of all things causes him to turn a bit pink, so he promptly covers it by taking a drink.

[lanselos_du_lac]

And if Lancelot looks a little bit smugly pleased at himself as he takes his own drink, well. Who could blame him?

[futaille]

After getting his complexion reasonably under control, he sets his glass back down. "Ah, and now you have the look of the man who's gone and added to his list of observations."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Perhaps," grinning. "Seems not so easy to cause thee to flush. I rather like it."

[futaille]

"Oh, very nearly an impossibility," he says, cheerfully but inaccurately, "if only very nearly."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Take care, lest I hear a challenge."

[futaille]

"Oh, I must indeed be careful, then, as you do have a way of meeting challenges. Unless they involve pinball, as I have noticed I still retain the high score."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh? Hast checked lately?"

[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."