[Paul takes this as a sign he can make himself comfortable, so he does, folding into a cross-legged seat, the glow of jarred mushrooms transforming to a warmth like candlelight in his eyes as he looks up from that position at Viktor. He could find a chair, he supposes, but he doesn't mind showing a little deference to Pal's new roommate and friend.]

I think he'd tell you there's no impolite amount of 'grilling' about anything interesting. [The colloquialism is just a little strange in his mouth, but he doesn't falter on it.] I haven't worn him out yet, so you should be all right.

[Finally, someone else who appreciates Palamedes' explanations.]

I hear you're the one we have to thank for the idea of fireworks. Is that a hobby or a trade of yours?