[Stickbug (grey) and stickbug (multi) varieties, hiding out behind this plant together, such is life. And since Viktor is shorter than him, Palamedes tilts a smidge towards him to hear his conspiratorial party opinions, and what a tableau of weird party behavior they make. Viktor's frank approval(?) of how everyone's going to be hungover from their hubris tomorrow gets Palamedes to laugh, a gruff little noise more than a boisterous thing that might draw attention to their Guard Plant. This guy...

Thanks though, he... tried? He brought leaf water. Points for Palamedes. It's very strange to be, hm, out and about - having spent a very long time in a locked room puzzle of his own design, he can't help but feel like standing behind this plant and talking to another person is some kind of miraculous. It's been like that since he first crawled out of the chicken feed, mesmerized by the beauty of the world (tm) and also immensely distrustful of large get-togethers.

Pros, cons.]

Give me a testimonial I can use to ward off the rambunctious sect. Palamedes Sextus: [he holds up a hand, gesturing across like this is a banner title that will now follow him around:] 'Selectively Fun Per Peer Review.'

Can I ask, [now, swerving,] what your personal "crime" is? No one's talking about our luxuriously-printed criminal records and I think that's a damn shame.