So it is proof. I had a feeling. [Proof that being liked and being heckled are overlapping items, indeed. Palamedes affects a sigh, very put-upon, but that's all; Viktor is lucky his legs are a decent distraction from further embarrassing cooking objections.]

I could put down a few wards. [Hm,] Not as involved as the one you saw, back then; I'm not going to bleed out of every pore in the middle of a party.

[Imagine, so inconvenient. And, like, yes - these are blood wards he's talking about, too, but far less problematic to set up. Teens and delinquents, though - good news, that's all of his friends.]

'Cherry bombs' sounds... fun? Adorably fun, for an explosive. Could I request those, specifically?