[honestly that look is distracting enough, and viktor tells himself they are not so ridiculous they're going to sit here smiling at each other. they are busy men with science and art to do, which means he can force himself to look away, still smiling a little, elbow bumping pal's.]

Mm, which is tied to my other main branch of research. It all comes together.

[hopefully. viktor ignores the gesture and picks up the machine again, making a show of considering whether he'll pretend or not.]

If you must. I was born sometime in the winter, so just pick a day then. [december, to be precise. he's got the rabbit bud as his pthumerian.] Hand drawn mugs are an acceptable offering.