Open Post: La savate et le chausson

[futaille]

Much to his satisfaction, Grantaire has been able to keep up with many of his hobbies unabated during his time at the mansion. Not all of them, though, mostly because they were ones he'd go to specific spots for, and with those spots not being here in addition to an abundance of his other hobbies, they more or less fell by the wayside.

However, a recent chat with Dionysus has reminded him that he has very much neglected his 'hitting things' level. Although he didn't find a crash test dummy, the thought being on his mind ended up in him stumbling upon a small gym tucked away, complete with some equipment including a standing punching bag.

So he's discarded his waistcoat and cravat over a bench and is practicing his savate¹.

¹French kickboxing! During R's time it was basically for streetfighting, and just beginning to get formalized, but there are some cool vintage videos on youtube (Here and here) to give the... vibe.

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[vineleaves]

"Fair enough," he laughs and kisses Grantaire. He uses another vine to wrap up all of the discarded bubble wrap so it's easier to carry. "We still have plenty left in case we think of something else to do with it later," he says, picking up the rest of the roll.

[futaille]

Grantaire grabs the bundle of discarded bubble wrap so that Dionysus doesn't have to carry it all. "Excellent."

[vineleaves]

"Shall we go to one of the bars, or do you want to go to one of our rooms?"

[futaille]

He shrugs. "Wherever you'd like!"

[vineleaves]

"Let's go to one of our rooms, they're closer." Are they? Who knows.

[futaille]

"Yours, then. It's nicer."

[vineleaves]

"It has more pillows, but I don't know that that makes it nicer. But either way, my room's fine."

[futaille]

"No, it's definitely nicer. Smells good."

[vineleaves]

"Aww, I'm glad you think so. It's because of the candles."

[futaille]

"You have excellent taste in candles. Or, I suppose, excellent scent in candles. I imagine that most candles taste like wax regardless."

[vineleaves]

He laughs. "Yeah, I wouldn't suggest eating a candle. Please don't add that to the drinking game."

[futaille]

"Only things that can actually be consumed, I swear."

[vineleaves]

"Thank goodness for that," he laughs.

[futaille]

"They are not, in fairness, always the best to be consumed, especially in concert."

[vineleaves]

"As I saw, yes. We need to get the soup version underway one of these days too."

[futaille]

"For the soup version, we could just take the regular version and heat up the final result."

[vineleaves]

"That's true. Likely disgusting, but true. ...Have you ever had kykeon?"

[futaille]

"I have not."

[vineleaves]

"Oh, you'll love it," he says in a tone that suggests he probably won't, but will have fun drinking it anyway. "I'll make some when we get to my room."

[futaille]

"Oh, that tone in your voice has me looking forward to it."

[vineleaves]

"There's cheese in it."

[futaille]

"I do like cheese!"

[vineleaves]

“Well hopefully that doesn’t change,” he laughs. Kykeon is great but it was also considered medicinal, which is not a description generally given to things people tend to like at first taste.

[futaille]

"So it's the sort of thing that could feasibly be produced in the game, then?"

[vineleaves]

“Possibly. There’s also barley in it.”