Cool, so that's tacit permission to do whatever he wants, he hears. Were he a different necromancer he might take it as a slight against his pride; reporting back on things he notices is not necessarily a great use of his many necromantic talents, unless God wants to know how old some rocks are, but Palamedes has no particular investment in that line of thinking. Ergo: he can do whatever he wants, which is good to know.

"More boat trips," he says, doing something uncertain with his eyebrows. What if he hates boats, after this? Tough to say.

"Alright." Squid notes. "I'll think about squid. We'll bring a fresh notebook or two."