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]

“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."

[vineleaves]

He smiles. “Better than the fruit salad?”

[futaille]

"There's a chance I might be biased."

[vineleaves]

“Mm, yes, as we have discussed.” He leans in to kiss Grantaire.

[futaille]

Grantaire kisses Dionysus, smiling throughout. "Not that the fruit salad isn't very good too, don't worry."

[vineleaves]

“Well, I do think I’ve done a better job with the wine, if we’re being honest.” Since he was made god of Wine, and so far Étienne’s the only person who thinks he should be the god of Fruit Salad.

[futaille]

"You've had time to perfect the wine, after all. Of course, wine is itself not unlike a fruit soup."

[vineleaves]

"Practically a smoothie."

[futaille]

"What's a smoothie?"

[vineleaves]

"Oh! Right, sorry. ...Do you know what a blender is?"

[futaille]

"No!"

[vineleaves]

"It, um, it mixes stuff up. There's little blades in the bottom." Wait, they're literally in a kitchen right now. Dionysus starts opening cabinets until he finds a blender. "Ah ha! This," he shows it to Grantaire. "This is a blender. You can put fruit and ice and stuff, sometimes people throw in yogurt or juice or other things, and it mixes it all up into a thick liquid you can drink. You gotta be careful though and keep the lid on it when you start running it or else goop will get all over your whole kitchen. That's important."

[futaille]

"What a magnificent contraption that is."

[vineleaves]

"It screams though."