It's a credit to his own laser focused self control, Palamedes thinks, that he doesn't say something immediately hostile when God (actual God) has the gall to speak Camilla's name. Even for his regards, which Palamedes cannot convince himself would serve Cam well in any circumstance, knowing what he knows. He squeezes the spine of his notebook; he gives God a very mild look.

Alright.

"Tea." He manages, despite all odds, a wry little smile. "If Harrowhark humors you, so will I."