Open: And they're gonna bend their branches down to lay their fruit upon the ground

[vineleaves]

Dionysus is in a kitchen, apron tied over a purple dress with vine details, singing to himself as he uses a melon baller to scoop out a watermelon. The large bowl next to him is already full of honeydew melon and cantaloupe, and he's got a few other ingredients nearby ready to add in once he's done with the watermelon. Mint leaves, some honey, some lemon juice, and some lime juice.

It has been quite an eventful time lately, but overall his life is pretty great right now.

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[vineleaves]

Dionysus laughs a little at that. "We have a lot in common, so I suppose it makes sense we'd sound alike sooner or later."

[summerdude]

Privately, Magnus is mostly relieved that there's an immortal person besides himself and Alex that he can tolerate. "Yeah!"

[sporesprouter]

She shakes her head. "When I got here, the lake was the most water I've ever seen in one place in my life. Our seas are just full of the spores."

[vineleaves]

"Are there... are there just no fishies then?"

[sporesprouter]

"Oh, there are lakes with water and fish, I just grew up on an island too small to have one."

[vineleaves]

"...I'm glad I'm not going to lose you, kid," he says quietly.

[summerdude]

"Aw, Uncle D," Magnus says, touched. He bumps his shoulder against Uncle D's arm.

[vineleaves]

"Were the seas always full of spores, or did they use to have water and changed at some point?"

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji gives him a look of faint surprise, fantastically understated on his features. "Are we friends?" It is a sincere question.

[vineleaves]

"I mean, I'd like to be?"

[sporesprouter]

"Always, as far as I know. They fall from the moons."

[greentara]

"I've had many strange situations, though none quite as strange as this," she says mildly, verbally waving it off. "Is the weather inspiring you to make a fruit salad?"

[vineleaves]

"...Huh. Interesting."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus, meanwhile, just full on gives Magnus a hug.

[temnota]

The circlet of vines was as finely wrought as anything a Durast might have crafted though of course, they would have had to have started with the gold already present. Grisha could only manipulate what was already there, not change the nature of things. Well - not without using merzost and as Aleksander was well aware, that had its own set of problems.

"Very beautiful," he said. "I will treasure it - and probably come back to ask you for some help with the gold. I find the Mansion likes to be difficult if I ask it for something."

[vineleaves]

"Partially, but also because these were ready to come out of the garden, so I needed to do something with 'em."

[sporesprouter]

She nods. "Each moon makes a different kind."

[untamedantinous]

"Ridiculously so, I should think."

[lightbearinglord]

That also surprises him, truthfully. "I had never had a friend before I met Claudius," he confesses.

[summerdude]

...okay, fine, Magnus can add Uncle D to his list of people he feels comfortable hugging. He gives him a squeeze back. Full strength, because surely a god can handle that?

[vineleaves]

"Oh yeah, no worries at all dear! Gold's easy!"

[vineleaves]

"How many kinds are there?" He's clearly very curious about this. Partially because it's vine-related and he's, you know, himself, but also because he's incredibly nosy.

[sporesprouter]

"Twelve. Each kind does something different when water touches it."

[vineleaves]

It's uncomfortably tight, but then his back pops, so honestly it's a win.

[vineleaves]

"We should try to see if we can find some history books written really far into the future, it'll be funny."