Open Post: Who invented this calendar anyway?

[futaille]

How unfortunate.

Yes, Grantaire was fully aware that the year being longer at the mansion would logically cause seasons to drift when someone kept track of the old calendar, or at least what had been pinned down as the old calendar for convenience sake, which was almost necessary when people's arrivals weren't necessarily tied to the day they left. He hadn't given it too much thought last year, when his birthday, such that it was, arrived in spring like he was used to.

Dark, though, was unfortunate. Not inappropriate for the next notable anniversary coming up, but for this one, not at all. Of course, it wasn't as if he would have been planning much in the way of an event, Dark or no, but it would have been nice to treat himself to something or other, regardless.

Instead, he has installed himself in the game room, where he is carefully balancing dominoes on their ends to make a domino rally on the billiards table. It's a nice large flat surface, so it should work nicely. Have to keep entertained somehow.

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[futaille]

"You have to be electricity, or you have to be a candle. None of this halfway nonsense."

[vineleaves]

"Oh?" he says, lifting his wine glass to take a sip. "Please elaborate."

[futaille]

"Electric candles are fakery!" He takes a sip of his own wine. "Trying to replicate candles but you can tell."

[vineleaves]

He nods, very seriously considering this. "You don't suppose it's just that they have lofty aspirations, do you?"

[futaille]

"Oh, they're idealists."

[vineleaves]

"That explains it then!"

[futaille]

"Entirely too well, if you ask me." He has a sip of his wine.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus watches Grantaire drink, a little dreamily, resting his head on his hand. He's so beautiful Dionysus can hardly stand it.

[futaille]

He's getting at least a bit used to this at this point. "Yes, yes, look your fill."

[vineleaves]

"Well, I'll never tire of looking at you, so we might as well eat dinner before it gets cold," he laughs.

[futaille]

"Only if you do too." He does grab his fork and start in on it, though.

[vineleaves]

"Oh, of course," he says, picking up his own fork and taking a bite.

[futaille]

A few bites in to his ziti, he nods. "This is good! Thank you!"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus smiles. "I'm glad you like it!" He's not the best at cooking under perfect circumstances, after all, having rarely cooked for himself before arriving at the mansion, and so he has been nervous about this meal. If they were on Earth he would have just taken Grantaire to a nice restaurant, and let someone else cook for them. "I wasn't sure how it would turn out, but I suppose it's hard to go wrong with pasta."

[futaille]

"I realize this is terribly hypocritical advice coming from me, but don't sell yourself short. It's good and you did a good job with it."

[vineleaves]

"...Okay, yes, I suppose at this point it's hypocritical of me if I don't accept the compliment, huh. Thank you, love."

[futaille]

"You're welcome. And thank you for making it."

[vineleaves]

"It's an important day, it needs to be treated as such."

[futaille]

"Oh, it's not that important. But thank you anyway."

[vineleaves]

"It is important. It's the day you were born. That's very important."

[futaille]

"Having been born probably turned out better for me than not, true."

[vineleaves]

"Well I for one am incredibly glad you were born."

[futaille]

"I'll admit it would be slightly worrisome if you didn't. Although it's only my birthday on a technicality, really."

[vineleaves]

"It doesn't matter which day we celebrate you on, as long as I get to celebrate you at some point every year."

[futaille]

"I have a sneaking suspicion that you do so daily anyway."