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]

He takes the bag and opens it, picking out one of the bugs to look at closely before popping it in his mouth. "This should be fine."

[futaille]

"All right, then." He gets some tonic water and starts to mix up the cocktail.

[vineleaves]

"I bet they'd be really good if we covered 'em in chocolate. Not necessarily for the drink, just, you know, to eat."

[futaille]

"Dionysus, surprisingly also god of interesting confectionery ideas." After mixing the vermouth and tonic water, he promptly plops a couple of the cicadas in the drink.

[vineleaves]

"No, Apollo's actually the god of Cicadas. I'm just associated with them too because they live in the woods and sing constantly." He's actually absolutely 100% serious about this right now.

[futaille]

"You should make him one of these sometime, then." He holds his glass up. "Santé."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus watches, incredibly curious.

[futaille]

He has a sip of the drink itself first, making sure to capture one of the cicadas at the end, which he chews thoughtfully.

[vineleaves]

"Well?"

[futaille]

"It's not a very cohesive flavor."

[vineleaves]

"Would barbecue sauce help?" he says, managing to keep a straight face.

[futaille]

"You know, I'm not sure." He pushes the glass to Dionysus. "What do you think?"

[vineleaves]

“I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t,” he says immediately, then takes the glass and has a big sip. “Yeah, I agree, the flavors are fighting each other. You need a different base if you’re gonna put the buggies in.”

[futaille]

He nods. "Exactly. You're right that they'd probably go well with chocolate, though."

[vineleaves]

“Shall I draw again or d’you want to go see how our rooms are looking so far?”

[futaille]

"One more round, I think."

[vineleaves]

"Good, I didn't want to stop playing just yet," he grins and starts drawing again. "Okay, so first up..." he stares at the paper. "Nothing? How d'you start with --" he reads the second paper. "Red bull. ...I hate this. And Pork rinds. Étienne, this is terrible."

[futaille]

"Oh, that's...." He coughs a little. "That's certainly a result."

[vineleaves]

He sighs and starts looking for a red bull.

[futaille]

To be helpful, he promptly retrieves a bag of pork rinds.

[vineleaves]

He pours a bit of the red bull into a glass and adds one (1) pork rind. He stares at it. "It's going to be so gross."

[futaille]

"Yes, probably."

[vineleaves]

"Well. Here goes nothin'." And he drinks it all in one go. As expected, it's completely horrible. "Euuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

[futaille]

"I'm impressed. Cheer up, maybe I'll get something worse." He pulls the cups over to himself.

[vineleaves]

"Hopefully you'll get something nice, actually." Speaking of, he makes himself a glass of wine to get rid of the red bull taste in his mouth.