"Okay!" He sits up a little, enough to work a little better, and starts weaving together tiny, very delicate vines, swirling them into a pattern alternating between rounded figure eights and more solid sections, with a zigzag design. After a few minutes he adds the end pieces, and then it twirls in midair, turning gold, before falling down into Dionysus's palm. He hands it over to Grantaire. "Is that a good length, or do you want me to change it?"