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]

"Clearly the cup just wants to serve wine around--" He bursts into giggles as Dionysus reads the last ingredient.

[vineleaves]

"Clearly the cup just wants me to ruin wine, actually," he says as he starts gathering the supplies.

[futaille]

"Maybe the barbecue sauce will add complexity and richness."

[vineleaves]

"I mean, anything's possible."

[futaille]

"Especially here!"

[vineleaves]

"Which one?" he asks, holding up two bottles of barbeque sauce, one marked "Honey Sweet" and another marked "Smokin'"

[futaille]

"Hm. Honey sweet, I think."

[vineleaves]

"Do you think the spirits want one of these, or are they happy enough with the original two drinks?"

[futaille]

"I think that if we give them too much more we risk looking as if we're being overly obsequious."

[vineleaves]

"Alright, hopefully they appreciate the drinks we've already made for them," he says, staring at the two glasses of Ruined Wine(TM) they've left for the spirits for a moment before he turns his attention to drizzling some barbeque sauce along the inside of another glass.

[futaille]

Grantaire watches him make the drink, fascinated. "You're making it with style, I see."

[vineleaves]

He laughs. “I’m hoping this way it doesn’t taste as much like barbecue sauce as it would if I actually mixed it in all the way.”

[futaille]

"And are those hopes particularly high?"

[vineleaves]

“Not particularly.” Barbecue sauce now drizzled, the glass fills partway with the wine.

[futaille]

"At the very least, you can rest content in the fact that the drink will look good."

[vineleaves]

“Honestly the best we can hope for sometimes with this game.” He opens a can of ginger ale and pours some of that in. “Well, wish me luck,” he says before taking a big sip.

[futaille]

"How is it?"

[vineleaves]

“Could be worse,” he says, taking another sip then offering it to Grantaire if he wants to try. “I mean, I’m in no hurry to remake this in the future, but there’s worse things this game could make me drink.” Orange flavored soup broth, as an example.

[futaille]

He grabs the glass and takes a sip. "Huh. You're right. It could be worse."

[vineleaves]

"Shame about the barbecue sauce though," he laughs and takes the glass back so he can get another large sip.

[futaille]

A grin. "Oh, I thought it added a certain honey sweetness."

[vineleaves]

"Oh, well in that case, I can start carrying the bottle around and include it in every glass of wine I make you from now on. If you want."

[futaille]

And at that, the part of him that's a chaos gremlin immediately starts to war with the part of him that likes good wine. His response, therefore, doesn't actually lean toward either extreme. "You certainly could do that, yes."

[vineleaves]

"I could..." he says, grinning. "It does seem like a lot of work though, and you know I hate work."

[futaille]

"That's true. I suppose I'll spare you the effort."