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.

Comments

[vineleaves]

"Oh, of course! I'd hate to fail to mention the honey, it's just as integral as everything else." Well, maybe not as integral as the actual fruit, but that's neither here nor there.

[sporesprouter]

"It wouldn't be quite the same without it, anyway."

[vineleaves]

"My sincerest of thanks to all of the cute little bees who have made this snackie possible."

[sporesprouter]

"Yes, thank you bees. Your work is appreciated."

[vineleaves]

"...Have you got bees in your universe?"

[sporesprouter]

"We do. I like honey in my tea."

[vineleaves]

“Oh, perfect. A world without bees sounds terrible.”

[sporesprouter]

"I agree with you. They're nice enough to share their honey, after all."

[vineleaves]

"To say nothing of all the pollinating! I'm a plant god, of course, so it's a little bit near and dear to my heart."

[sporesprouter]

"It would have been nice to have more plants on the rock I grew up on."

[vineleaves]

"Not a lot of vegetation there, I take it?"

[sporesprouter]

She shakes her head. "A tiny little salt rock island? Not at all. There are some potted plants, and there was a tree for a while."

[vineleaves]

"What happened to the tree?"

[sporesprouter]

"Oh, it died. A few years back."

[vineleaves]

"Oh, the poor dear," he says, with the exact same tone you'd respond to someone if they mentioned a deceased relative or the like. "I hope it had a nice, good life."

[sporesprouter]

Tress is somewhat skeptical that a tree really enjoyed living on a saltrock island in any case, but it's beside the point. "So do I."

[vineleaves]

"I was raised by trees," he says, and it's totally not out of nowhere because they were talking about a tree, so it totally makes sense for him to offer up this bit of information. "Well, wood nymphs."

[sporesprouter]

"That seems pretty unusual."

[vineleaves]

"I suppose. I'm a pretty unusual person though."

[sporesprouter]

"The more I think about it, I think that most of us here are unusual somehow."

[vineleaves]

"I suppose if we're all fictional that would check out. Unusual situations are common in plays and books and stuff, after all."

[sporesprouter]

"What's that?"

[vineleaves]

"What's what?" A pause. "Plays? Do they not have plays in your world?" It would make sense.

[sporesprouter]

"No, the 'if we're all fictional' part."

[vineleaves]

"I'll get to that in a minute, but how d'you have plays if I don't exist in your universe? How'd they get started? I'm very curious. On Earth they started because of me."