Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

You're welcome, to Dionysus, in his usual serious way (the basket was unexpected, and he went through it carefully, examining each individual snack and gift, the soft brushes that he stroked along his cheek (Claudius says that Grantaire and Dionysus are lovers; without that, he can't imagine how Dionysus would have known that he wants to get better at painting), the little cube with its buttons and switches and gears that is in his pocket now, opposite the bone frog). Thank you for the presents.

When Dionysus points out Apollo, he turns to look. Hi, he signs back. Complicated?