[Open Post] ..only want to glean the purpose..

[lanselos_du_lac]

Since they learned of Shen Yuan's death, things have been subdued; rightly so, Lancelot reasons. He has done what he can to be a support for those he loves, and to keep his own worry and anxiety at bay. He worries about how they are all doing, about whether or not they are safe, about what he can do to make anything better -- which often feels like nothing. It's unsettling, and he wants to stay settled and present for them, so he determines to find a way to be so.

As has always been the case for him, being outside helps. The weather is warming and true spring is settling in. (He has difficulty keeping track of what time may be like back in Britain¹, but he suspects that it is early summer there. If so, then he supposes that means he is another year older, which is a strangely hopeful thought.) And so, after his lunch with Susan, he heads back out -- he might ride, or walk through the woods, or explore the lake. Whatever keeps him out in the sunshine, under the sky.



^{1: He has not quite realized this yet, but he has generally stopped thinking "at home" when he means Camelot, or Britain in general. That this place -- no, these people -- have become home in so short a span is something he has to take by degrees, lest he worry about what it means for his relationship with those he left behind there.}

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[futaille]

"Truly, I'm hoping for both."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh? Why's that?"

[futaille]

"That way we find out how he did it and still get entertained on the way."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot laughs, "See? Clever."

[futaille]

"As clever as I need to be to find the best entertainment I can."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I am lucky to benefit." They're coming up on the house, now, and Lancelot nods toward it. "Wouldst call for him?"

[futaille]

Grantaire promptly cups his hands around his mouth and booms quite readily, "Oh great pinball master, we come seeking your wisdom!" In case that didn't work, though, he then steps up to knock on the door.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot stands back a bit, folds his arms, and waits.

[sagramore]

Sagramore is actually around the back working on his chicken palace -- Laertes has done a majority of the construction, but Sagramore himself is putting in the chicken wire and making sure it's secure from predators¹, as well as bringing fresh clean hay² from the stables to line the nesting boxes and make them cozy. He's been meaning to ask Grantaire for help with painting a mural on the outside of this absolutely ridiculous building³, but keeps forgetting, so it's only right Grantaire should be the one to disturb him at his work.

When he hears Grantaire's distant bellow, he comes around the side of the house, timothy stuck in his hair and collar, beaming.

"Jesu Christ, both of thee!"

¹Drosera
²This is a colossal waste of hay, he should be using straw
³It has turrets

[futaille]

Grantaire grins, going up to start plucking the hay out of Sagramore's hair. "Of course both of us. We have realized we're in desperate need of your pinball advice."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Me more than him," Lancelot tosses in.

[sagramore]

"Oh! Thou hast discovered my gigantic, massive, obscenely hefty score!"

[futaille]

"It is truly impressive to gaze upon. And we are so in awe that we would love to see a demonstration."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"We two can be but students. We would learn from the master."

[sagramore]

"And I appreciate thy studiousness, but I am very busy with my chickens."

[futaille]

"I am sure your chickens would understand the urgency. Or are you simply overeager to hoard your advice?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I think, perhaps," to Grantaire, "that he is afraid he cannot instruct us."

[sagramore]

"I of course can instruct thee, I'm just in the middle of something. Come and help me first."

[futaille]

"Oh, certainly! Perhaps while we're helping, you can also regale us with the tale of the fateful game in which you acquired your prodigious score."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Aye, that seems a fair trade."

[sagramore]

"It does. Come around back." He grabs both their hands and pulls them around the house to the chicken palace, turrets, drawbridge, and all.

It is large. It is probably unnecessarily large? If it weren't a chicken palace it would make a respectable man cave, except that Sagramore would find that concept obnoxious. It's well-built, and well-girded with chicken wire. If there are any raccoons at the mansion, they will not be getting any of these (nonexistent) chickens.

[futaille]

"Sagramore! You have created Versailles for poultry."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I--" Lancelot regards it, looking faintly perplexed.

[sagramore]

"Well, I wanted them to have enough space, and then I thought, why not decorate it, Jesu knows a great plywood box in the middle of the woods isn't very charming--"

[futaille]

"So you made them a lavish estate. It's delightful. What did you need our help with?"