[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]

"A lesson learned. Next time I won't hesitate."

[futaille]

"Experience is, as always, an excellent instructor."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I shall have to simply observe thy mastery, now."

[futaille]

"That does seem to be the option of choice, yes."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I will seek inspiration, then," turning back.

[futaille]

He chances an extremely fleeting glance to Lancelot before returning to the game and recovering with no issues. "See that you do."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"How could I not?"

[futaille]

"One never knows. You could take leave of your senses, although I truly hope not."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah, no, I'd need some assistance, I should think."

[futaille]

"In taking leave of your senses?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh, perhaps." He casts about, as if for his wine glass, but once again his gaze settles on Grantaire. "If thou knowst any who might be of help."

[futaille]

He laughs a little. "Once this game is finished, I'd be more than happy to assist however you'd like. At the moment, I'm still on a quest, though."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I see. I can respect that."

[futaille]

"And I respect that you can respect it even if my quest is directly opposed to your own."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Even a foe may have honor."

[futaille]

And that makes him laugh. "Ah, yes, and I am an extremely honorable man."

[lanselos_du_lac]

With an air of peaceable humor, he says, "I have never seen anything that would suggest otherwise."

[futaille]

"Ah, well, neither here nor there, I suppose." He almost loses the ball but manages to catch it just in time to keep the game going.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot catches this, and laughs, "Isn't it?" He leans in again, "Where art thou, in the game? I've lost track."

[futaille]

"I'm on my last ball. And I think I have a chance at succeeding in my quest but don't want to risk looking at the score."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Nay, understood," he leans in, "I'll not disturb thee."

[futaille]

Keeping his focus on the ball and the paddles is exponentially more difficult with Lancelot as close as he is, and he's completely sure that's very much to plan. "I know what you're doing and it's not going to work." He sounds so much more confident in that statement than he actually is.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh?" His tone is innocent.

[futaille]

"Indeed. I am undaunted and undistracted." Whether someone truly undistracted would have noticed enough to be having this conversation at all is dubious.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Obviously," nudging Grantaire's side lightly - not enough to jostle but enough to emphasize his proximity.