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

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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sagramore

"Oh, by the end of it thou wilt be a master too."

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futaille

"That is, after all, the ultimate goal of instruction."

From:

lanselos_du_lac

"Aye, good point," putting on thoughtfulness. "I have ever been the master of nearly anything I put my hand to."

From:

sagramore

"A savant. Why, thou wilt be unspeakably foolish in a matter of weeks. --Oh! Oh!, listen, thou old hand and thou student, I need to ask for thine advice."

From:

futaille

"Advice on what?"

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lanselos_du_lac

"Aye, speak. It will keep us from having to determine how thou didst accomplish the pinball score attributed to thee." He leans back a bit, sipping his drink. (Is he tipsy? Yes. Almost certainly.)

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sagramore

Sagramore rolls his eyes at Lancelot. "I'm trying to help Asmodean come up with a frivolous pursuit to call his own. Something he can do that isn't serious. He's rejected all my ideas so far."

From:

futaille

"Ice skating," he says, blurting out the first thing that pops in his mind. "Or you could teach him pinball."

From:

lanselos_du_lac

Lancelot catches Grantaire's eye, "Thou couldst indeed teach him pinball."

From:

sagramore

"I already tried. He wasn't interested."

From:

futaille

"Then I return to ice skating."

From:

lanselos_du_lac

"'Tis summer."

From:

sagramore

"Thank thee," to Lancelot. "I can't wait however many months summer lasts just to teach him frivolity."

From:

futaille

"No imagination whatsoever, the two of you. Been in this place for this long, have used the cold boxes in the kitchens, and can't imagine that it's possible that there might be a room hiding somewhere that's cold enough itself to have ice to use for the activity in summer?"