[If Palamedes feels anything at all over the epithet 'Teacher,' not a flash of it shows on his face. He almost doesn't know what to feel about God, For Real gathering all these impressionable sad teenagers into his house, so he settles on wow, creative— and puts it solidly aside, to be unpacked later.]

It's not my party to throw, but I feel I have an obligation to point out that you can throw parties in other places.

[And that's not even commentary on anyone or any particular behaviors, that's just a fact.]

Regardless: that's good. You've all been good friends to each other, here.