"That is precisely my point--" Palamedes sighs as Gideon storms away. He takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, considering whether or not to follow her. In the end, he decides it's worth the risk.

"Yes, I am getting that impression," he deadpans as he comes up behind her in the kitchen. His glasses are still off, dangling between his thumb and forefinger. "I considered a dozen possibilities; nothing else would have worked." He pauses, ducks his head. "But I am sorry."