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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[summerdude]

"Uncle D! Are these the ones I helped grow?"

[vineleaves]

"A fly's foot-fall would be distinctly heard!" he's singing, but pauses long enough to say, "Yep! Hungry?" before he goes right back in with, "Ta-ran, ta-ra! Ta-ran, ta-ra."

[summerdude]

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," says Magnus. "Okay?"

[vineleaves]

"I'm almost done getting this ready."

[summerdude]

"What is... this?"

[vineleaves]

He thinks it should be obvious, but he does say, “Fruit salad. Going to put honey and mint in it too.”

[summerdude]

Magnus would have got there, but he had been very distracted by the song, Uncle D!!! "Yum."

[vineleaves]

"It is good! I've made it before."

[summerdude]

"Then I'm definitely excited to try it!"

[vineleaves]

"Do you want to help or nah?" His tone indicates it's perfectly okay to say nah.

[summerdude]

"Put me to work, Uncle D," says Magnus cheerfully. "I'm in my cooking stuff phase."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus is pretty sure this doesn't count as cooking, more just... assembling, but he smiles. "Want to chop the mint for me?"

[summerdude]

"Sure thing!" Magnus goes to retrieve another knife. "Did you already wash it?"

[vineleaves]

“I did, yeah.”

[summerdude]

"Cool." Magnus lumps a pile of mint leaves onto the cutting board and brings his knife down in the middle of them. "Um, how small do you want it?"

[vineleaves]

“Oh, you know, just —“ he unhelpfully holds his fingers up close together to indicate a general sense of small. “Just normal, I guess.”

[summerdude]

"Normal?"

[vineleaves]

"Yeah. Just -- y'know. Chopped up. There's not like, an exact size or anything."

[summerdude]

"Oh," says Magnus. If there's not an exact size, he has no reason to use that cute little kitchen measuring tape Galahad showed him. He chops down again. "Okay."

[vineleaves]

"...You good, kid?"

[summerdude]

"Huh?" Magnus looks up. "Oh. Yeah, I'm good. You'll tell me if I'm doing it too much or not enough, right?"

[vineleaves]

"I will, but it's just leaves, I think you're thinking into it too much."

[summerdude]

"Oh." Magnus takes a deep breath and nods. "I do that sometimes."

[vineleaves]

"Just relax, okay? We're just making a fruit salad, it's not like we're... I dunno, auditioning to work in a Michelin star restaurant or anything."

[summerdude]

"I just, like. Wanna learn to be good at it," says Magnus, "so I can open a local franchise of Fadlan's Falafels here."