futaille | Open Post: Who invented this calendar anyway?

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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vineleaves

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

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futaille

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

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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."

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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."

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vineleaves

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

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futaille

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

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vineleaves

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

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futaille

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

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vineleaves

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

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futaille

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

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vineleaves

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

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futaille

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

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vineleaves

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

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futaille

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

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vineleaves

He laughs. "I want to celebrate you every day, and do large, lavish celebrations once a year," he amends.

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futaille

"Well, this is the perfect amount of lavish, then."

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vineleaves

"Good, I'm glad. You know I like spoiling you as much as I can."

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futaille

"You do a good job of it."

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vineleaves

"I'm glad you think so! And you haven't even gotten to my present for you yet."

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futaille

"Well, I figured I should finish eating first."

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vineleaves

"Yes, good plan. Makes it easier."

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futaille

"Nice to know you agree." He digs back into the food.

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vineleaves

Dionysus smiles and goes back to eating as well, but it's perhaps a little slower, since every time Grantaire takes a sip of his wine Dionysus is incredibly aware of it, and has to stop what he's doing to stare.