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]

"Oh yeah, that makes sense. In English the first two both start with 'de', but the last word doesn't, so it's added on to fit." He kisses Grantaire, then suddenly rolls over and fishes a little notepad and pen out of his nightstand. "So, okay, springtime," he says, writing down notes. "in my garden, not overly formal -- I'll ask Mercutio if he wants to be in it tomorrow when I let him know the news, I would like for him to be my best man or bridesmaid or ... flower girl, or whatever he wants to do."

Sorry if you still had plans on going to sleep right now, Grantaire. It's Planning Time.

[futaille]

Grantaire blinks a few times as the notebook makes its appearance. He knew in the abstract that weddings would require a good deal of planning, but to actually be confronted with the reality of it is something else entirely. "Clearly. Whatever you'd like, of course."

[vineleaves]

"Do you know who you want for yours?"

[futaille]

He shakes his head. "I haven't even thought about it, to be honest."

[vineleaves]

"There's time to decide. Or you don't have to have anyone if you don't want to. Or you can have seventeen people, I don't care, it's up to you. Is there anything you have thought about before that you want us to do?"

[futaille]

"When I have thought about it, it's been more about being married than getting married, if that makes sense?"

[vineleaves]

"We don't have to even have a wedding, you know. If you don't want to. We can just get Claudius to marry us and have that be it, if you'd prefer that."

[futaille]

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course we're going to have a wedding."

[vineleaves]

He smiles. "Just throwing out options."

[futaille]

"And I threw that one away."

[vineleaves]

He gives Grantaire a kiss. "Ooh! Ooh oh so what food should we have at the party?"

[futaille]

"I think the more important question is what food should we not have at the party."

[vineleaves]

"That's an excellent point." He writes down EVERY food and underlines it.

[futaille]

"We may have to abridge the list slightly for space concerns."