Felix rolls his eyes. "Founding Day, I can do without. Although..." He tilts his head, giving Dimitri a curious look. "You'll probably have to make the day we liberated Fhirdiad a holiday, too. It was the last day of Harpstring Moon. We should celebrate that."

Not that Felix is usually much for celebrations at all, but this? This could help Dimitri feel like that victory belongs not just to 'that other Dimitri' but to him, too. Even if it hasn't happened yet.

Only then does he notice that the broccoli has somehow made its way back into his box. He narrows his eyes at it, and then at Dimitri. "I'm not eating it. If you don't, it will just go to waste." He picks it up with his chopsticks again and moves to put it back in Dimitri's box.

At this talk of Saint Indech's Day, Felix hums in vague agreement. "The weather is so mild here, it hardly makes sense to check in on anyone anyway."

"Hmph. It isn't polite to put something I won't eat in my food, either."

But he does look outside. It's a sunrise, of course, and Felix supposes that it's pretty, but he's seen plenty like it before. Still, it's important to Dimitri, so he obliges and watches the sun come up over the city--at least, until he can justifiably shift his gaze to watch Dimitri instead. Unlike Felix, his prince has always known how to find beauty and wonder in even the smallest things. Felix thinks that once, he used to be able to see it too, after Dimitri pointed it out to him. Now, he's not sure he knows how anymore.

But seeing Dimitri happy is wonder enough for him.

"It is. And I do." When Dimitri looks over, he'll see Felix looking back at him. The warm orange of the rising sun practically sets Dimitri's golden hair aflame, makes his bright blue eye gleam, and Felix thinks he's rarely looked prettier or more untroubled than he does right now.

"And I remember that half the time, one of us would fall asleep by the end of it. Occasionally both of us."

It's still strange, the way Dimitri looks at him sometimes. As if the past ten years never happened and he thinks Felix hung the stars in the sky. It's almost painful, how soft and loving those gazes are - not because they're unwelcome, but because whenever Dimitri turns his full attention on him like this, Felix feels like he's drowning in feelings.

The sunrise and that look in the king's eye bring a memory to the surface of his mind: my dawn-eyed Lushka, Dimitri said. It was the first time Felix had heard that nickname since before the Tragedy. It remains the single most sincerely romantic thing anyone has ever said to him, which is why just thinking about it brings a faint warmth to his face.

Still, he gives Dimitri a wry look. "And then we'd argue over who fell asleep first."

He frowns, ready to eject the broccoli from his meal yet again, before he sees that it isn't broccoli this time. "What is this for?"

"Ha. And whenever it was Sylvain, he refused to tell us who fell asleep first. He claimed it was to keep the peace, but I think he enjoyed teasing us with it."

Felix glances down at the bit of meat and then back up toward Dimitri, bemused. "Don't you? I'll eat it if you give it to me, but why aren't you eating it? It's yours." His own box, meanwhile, has no more meat left in it.

"I am healthy." Felix shakes his head, still not really getting it - he's got his own food, he doesn't need Dimitri's! But spotting the look on the other man's face, bathed in the sun's golden light, has him leaning over and up slightly to kiss him.

Only after that does he pick up the meat with some rice in his chopsticks and eat it.

"There, satisfied?"