Pirates? [dang; here, let him offer a few more:] Add the crabs that poked holes in my other cloak, the two types of magic available to me both use blood and therefore summon monsters, and — the smells.

[A beautiful start to the Trench Shame Wall, he thinks. He makes a short noise of discomfort when Rio moves, as the blood rushes back and his whole leg goes pins-and-needles, but ah: relief. Rio gets one more affectionate pat once she's resettled, and Palamedes takes the opportunity to brace a hand behind him and drag himself back up onto the couch proper.

(Countdown until he fidgets elsewhere begins now.)

Now, there's another joke to be made about his mystique, but given that any intriguing mysteries about him are about to be dead within the week, living together, aha-]

I know what you mean. Here's to being particular. [and: windup boats! do wonders never cease!] And here I'm waiting for you to have an idea that doesn't sound interesting.