Open: it's time now to sing out though the story never ends

[vineleaves]

[This is being posted early, but it is meant to be occurring on the one year anniversary of Dionysus arriving at the mansion.]

There's a room in the mansion Dionysus discovered somewhat recently that is, for lack of anything better to call it, a dance studio. Shiny hardwood floors, one long wall of mirror, the opposite wall featuring a mounted barre. If anyone happens to be walking by it today, the open door might catch their attention, as Dionysus has his cd player set up playing music, which he is dancing to at the moment. He's wearing a pair of gauzy, loose pants that sit low on his hips, complete with a gold belt with dangling chains that serve to help emphasize his movements. His hair is pulled up into a messy bun, finally long enough that he can get all of it up with only a minimum of strands sticking out oddly.

He has been here for a whole year. To be fair, he's only slightly certain he's got the date correct, but even if it hasn't been a full year to the exact minute or whatever, it's close enough. A whole year. A year trapped, held prisoner for some unknown reason, unable to break out, kept away from all of his friends and family. A year in which he has been given the wonderful opportunity to meet people he couldn't possibly imagine living without now, in a place where anything, even stopping death, is possible.

Dionysus is fairly zoned out as he dances, so if anyone decides to duck in and say hello, it might take him a while before he notices.

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[vineleaves]

He presses up as close as his many layers of skirts will allow, the silk of his gown making faint rustling noises as it moves.

[futaille]

Grantaire pulls back just a bit and smiles. "You're lovely."

[vineleaves]

"I love you."

[futaille]

"I love you too. More than even I can muster words for."

[vineleaves]

He kisses Grantaire again, trying to pour as much love and caring into it as he can--

And then he suddenly jerks back with a gasp. "Chicken's burning--" and rushes back to the stove to try and salvage what he can.

[futaille]

"Ah, merde." He follows behind to help if at all possible.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus turns the stove off and quickly moves the pan off of the burner. “I forgot to put oil in,” he says, staring at the gross, burned pieces of chicken. In his defense, he got distracted.

[futaille]

"... Pork is fine."

[vineleaves]

That causes Dionysus to laugh and he goes to open the fridge. “Oh!” He laughs harder as he pulls out a container. “I don’t think they trust me to try again. They cooked it already for us.”

They are on their own to get the guac put together though, this mansion spirit isn’t that helpful.

[futaille]

"How fortunate for us, then!"

[vineleaves]

It will need to be heated up, but he can do that later. He sets the container on the counter for now. "Alright, let's make some guacamole."

[futaille]

"Let's! Direct me!"

[vineleaves]

"Alright -- ah, well, I'm assuming you've never cut open an avocado before, since you didn't know what they look like, so--" he fetches them a couple of knives and a bowl, then picks up one of the avocados. "So stick the knife in -- don't cut yourself, by the way, that's important -- there's a big pit in the middle, so just --" he demonstrates cutting the avocado in half, then twists it to pull the two halves apart, revealing aforementioned big pit.

[futaille]

"That is an enormous seed!"

[vineleaves]

"You can use your knife to get it out." He quickly taps the pit with his knife, and when he lifts the knife up the pit is stuck to it and pulls free from the rest of the avocado.

[futaille]

"Oh la la, that looks like a marvelous way to cut yourself." Still, though, he grabs another avocado and starts to attempt to replicate the feat.

[vineleaves]

"No, well, I already told you, don't cut yourself. Do this very carefully."

[futaille]

"I will endeavor not to, I assure you."

[vineleaves]

"Good. Anyway, so then you can sort of--" He runs the knife around one half of the avocado, to separate the part you eat from the part you don't, then plops it down in the bowl.

[futaille]

Grantaire contemplates that, and then just grabs a spoon and scoops the flesh out into the bowl.

[vineleaves]

"Oh yeah, that's probably safer," he says. "If you want to take care of the rest of the avocados¹ I'll start cutting the onion and tomatoes up. Ah, once they're in the bowl just mash 'em up."


1. How many avocados? How much guac are they making? Great questions. Probably too much guac.

[futaille]

He nods and starts working on cutting and scooping the indeterminate amount of avocados.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus, meanwhile, starts chopping up the other stuff. "This is going to be really awkward if we do all this work and then you don't even like guacamole."

[futaille]

"I'm sure that if that's the case, someone will still enjoy it."

[vineleaves]

"That's true! I'm sure someone'll come along and find it eventually."