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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[futaille]

"Oh." He blinks. "I don't know that I've ever struck myself as particularly paternal."

[vineleaves]

"So that's a 'no' then, I take it?" He laughs. "Don't worry, I wasn't asking because I'm suddenly pregnant or anything. Just curious."

[futaille]

"Don't get me wrong, I like kids. They're great. It's just that I'm fairly sure I'm also not the best choice to usher one into adulthood."

[vineleaves]

He shrugs. "I think you'd do alright, if you ever decided you wanted to."

[futaille]

Grantaire smiles, just a bit. "I have my doubts. It's a nice thought, though."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus kisses Grantaire. "I do think it's probably in everyone's best interests if we direct any other babies the mansion decides to throw at us in Sagramore's direction for the time being."

[futaille]

An emphatic nod. "Those two are excellent fathers."

[vineleaves]

"They're sooooo cute with her."

[futaille]

"They're amazing with her."

[vineleaves]

"I'm so happy for them."

[futaille]

He nods. "So am I."

[vineleaves]

He grabs another piece of fruit on the fork and holds it up for Grantaire.

[futaille]

He leans in to take it, chewing happily. "This really is very good."

[vineleaves]

“It’s such a good little summer snackie,” he says, getting a piece of watermelon for himself. “Glad you like it.”

[futaille]

"If you're not the god of fruit salad too, you should be."

[vineleaves]

He laughs at that. "If I was I wouldn't have had to scoop out bits of melon for twenty damn minutes, I could've just willed it into existence."

[futaille]

"You wouldn't have had to, no. But sometimes it's more entertaining to do things the more difficult way."

[vineleaves]

"That's true. I do like making wine the normal way, after all."

[futaille]

"And teaching other people how to, also."

[vineleaves]

"Well, of course! Imagine if I'd never taught anyone else how to make wine. Everyone wanting wine in the whole world would have to come to me. I'd have an incredibly long queue."

[futaille]

"Truly, your generosity can't be overstated."

[vineleaves]

"Speaking of, what are you in the mood for?" Look, he's already got the vines out and everything.

[futaille]

"Oh, surprise me. You haven't made anything I dislike yet. Maybe a white?"

[vineleaves]

"Of course I haven't made anything you dislike, I'm good at my job," he laughs, and hands Grantaire a glass of Undoubtedly Grantaire Approved White Wine(TM).

[futaille]

He takes the glass. "You're much better at your job than I would be, so by all means, you have carte blanche to make me whatever you'd like at any time." He has a sip. "Oh, that's delicious."