[Hoo boy. Palamedes looks down at his noodles, for something else to look at, making a quick pursed-lip decision before, of course:]

You and I can be friends. Don't mistake this for pity, or for charity; it isn't. But if you're willing to try, I'm willing to give you a chance. I'll even tell you when you're out of line, if you like.

[He holds a hand out, but mm, maybe not a handshake, after before - a fist bump? Accept these knucks?]

Want to give it a whirl?