It's not a good bet when you don't have even stakes, you know. [viktor snorts, a little nudge of his elbow as rio trills in her sleep.] The problem here is I know I could ask you for anything sincerely and you'd make the effort, and vice versa. It makes the betting angle hard, really. Our fault for being too eh... sappy, I suppose.

[that's a word for it. be a shittier couple for better bets, i guess.

ah, this just makes him want cam around more.] I bet she could help me pinpoint your preferences too.

[the dream. that question gives him pause though, or that thought more than a question.]

I'm not sure time means as much to the sleeper squids, or the ocean. Why else would some die for less than a week and some for months? There is no real semblance of order to it.

[or maybe there's some will to see palamedes without her, how he copes, which is a thought he keeps to himself as unhelpfully grim. conjecture. unpleasant.]