['Competitive research and salads' has Paul so correctly pigeon holed he has no choice but to draw his foot up and very slowly kick out at Gideon's knee, his concentration focused on sinking his socked heel into the notch just behind and beside her kneecap.]

I didn't like it. It looked terrible.

[It's only after he speaks that he realizes he's never told Gideon about seeing it in Palamedes' memories, not in so many words. He frowns slightly, but - it's fine, if she's talking about it. He's sure it is. Still.]

Just the dinner. During Winter Mournings, with Palamedes. None of the 'weird necromancy trials'. [Or anything else.] That does sound like magic. The auras. Maybe it was easier to see there, because of...echoes.