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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[vineleaves]

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

[futaille]

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

[vineleaves]

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

[futaille]

"You do a good job of it."

[vineleaves]

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

[futaille]

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

[vineleaves]

"Yes, good plan. Makes it easier."

[futaille]

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

[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.

[futaille]

He looks over at one of those moments and smiles. "That compelling?"

[vineleaves]

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says, feigning innocence. "I am just eating my dinner."

[futaille]

"Oh, of course." He takes a long sip of wine.

[vineleaves]

"Well now you're doing it on purpose," he says, but he definitely does not sound like he minds.

[futaille]

"Doing what on purpose?" Another slow sip.

[vineleaves]

"No clue, you should probably keep on until I figure it out."

[futaille]

"Of course. Just let me know." Another sip before returning to the food.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus concentrates really intently and a little vine starts snaking its way around Grantaire's arm.

[futaille]

He looks up at Dionysus with a wry smile. "Starting the gifts early?"

[vineleaves]

"Oh, this isn't part of the gift, this is just payback."

[futaille]

"Ah." A bite of ziti. "Good payback."

[vineleaves]

"Mmhmm, I thought so." He also takes a bite.

[futaille]

"Good talk." He works on scarfing down the ziti.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus is decently worn out from using his powers so much already today (has he mentioned lately that he HATES DARK???) that he does, eventually, drop the vine, and goes back to finishing up his dinner as well.

[futaille]

He misses the vine when it dissipates but also gets how the month is tough on Dionysus, so doesn't comment but still tosses him little fond smiles here and there as he finishes his dinner.

[vineleaves]

Once they're both done eating, Dionysus gives Grantaire a kiss, refills their wine, and clears away the plates. He then brings over the basket of wrapped gifts -- a small, squared box, a slightly larger rectangular gift, a card, and what Grantaire can probably guess as two wrapped wine bottles. "The card has to be last," he explains.