“Only if you insist.” Palamedes has never had much compunction when it comes to complimenting people when he thinks they deserve it. Cam handles it with long-suffering disbelief; Dunclinea used to make fun of him. Never response has ever stopped him before, and Marianne’s blushing isn’t about to, either.

The waiter returns with their champagne, and Pal pulls back his hand back from Marianne’s so that he can set it down. “Do you know what you’d like to order for dinner?” he asks, and Pal smiles at Marianne.

“I think so. Marianne, what was it you suggested, again?”