Fair point, [he concedes, although darkblood is closer to spilling ink all over something in actual practice. Fair point, anyway; blood sometimes happens.] Incense would be helpful, thanks — what snacks are you partial to? We'll make it an evening.

[An evening in the way that this impromptu tea-and-being-nerds session has become an evening, except intentional this time. Palamedes has no intentions to play formal host, or anything - he wouldn't really know what to do - but snacks are a fair exchange for the use of incense. Blood, snacks, incense: the ideal hangout.

And, well — the Sixth bunker (maybe also bring a lamp, he'll think about this) is emptier without Camilla, and while most people Palamedes considers friends here also reside nearby in Gaze, having someone over hits different than lurking on other people's couches. Not including right now; this isn't lurking. Snacks are the point, and he'll endeavor to not show off so much magic that he knocks out on the floor.

Maybe. Probably. Who can say.]

Next time, assure him this is the spirit of innovation. [theft,] And no, she wouldn't have. She'd roll her eyes and give me grief about it for the rest of our lives if I messed it up — I once got lost when I was five and she has yet to let it go — but no. She'd want to come too.

[And she has swords, which would help in the distraction arena at the very least.]