[viktor vaguely remembers the whole 'keep the pda low' thing, which seemed like such an obtainable goal earlier. maybe it's dark enough now he doesn't feel they're on display, maybe he just does not care because as it turns out life is either weird or short, sometimes both. which is really just a way to say he gets comfortable, lifting their joined hands to idly examine the eyes again.]

It's 4/3 times pi times the radius of the ah, the globe cubed, that would be the starting basis of the formula. It would not be remotely exact for a variety of reasons but a somewhat reasonable estimate. [wow, he was swayed. like he ever needs a reason to talk nerd stuff, absurd or not.]

Oh I am not sure, the mental scars will no doubt run deep. [he glances to pal, lips quirked as he says,] You threw a good party. Who knew they were possible.