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[the_cupbearer]

It isn't really entirely often he comes out here to work off energy, not this way. Sure, he's always had a sword and always known how to use it, and he's picked up knowledge of various things over the years, from being more than passable with a bow to being fair with a stone and a sling--but it's that first one that's making the distant swish and thok noises. It's not sharp, because there's no point in dulling a blade when you're basically hitting a wooden pole with it, but it works out the muscles the exact same way.

And it gives him time to think. This is perhaps not a great idea.

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[the_cupbearer]

"I haven't, no. I've never really thought to." There are other things he does for relaxation.

[i_got_vision]

"Maybe today's your day, then," he says. "I got some gear in the stable..."

He keeps it in the stall with his bicycle.

Yes, his bicycle gets its own stall in the stable. Pretend it's a horse.

[the_cupbearer]

"You're going to teach me to fish," he says, somewhat unbelieving.

It's not that he doubts he could be taught, but the logistics of it isn't something he's really ever considered. It seems to be one of those things men do when they have lives they feel the need to escape from--and Ganymede doesn't.

[i_got_vision]

"If you want to learn," he says. "If you don't, you can sit there while I do it--hell, if you don't, you can keep practicing here. You can do anything you want. But you might enjoy it."

[the_cupbearer]

After a long moment, he shrugs. "Why not? This doesn't seem to be wearing me out any time soon."

[i_got_vision]

"Fishing probably won't wear you out either," he says. "Unless there's giant lakefish here, but I've never seen any, and it's probably safer to avoid them if there are any. It might put you to sleep, though."