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Early in their time in Darrow, Pal and Gideon had gotten drinks on the regular, an easy warmth growing between them that the Warden hadn’t seen coming. Lately, though, thanks to one thing or another (trauma, universe-altering necromantic theorems, and strangest of all, actual romantic relationships), they hadn’t gotten around to it. So when Gideon texts Pal a little beer stein emoji, followed by a strong of question marks, he can’t bring himself to beg off, even if his plan for the evening had involved tea and some very important necromancer math. He texts back, suggesting the name of a bar, and a few hours later he’s out in the chilly winter air, heading towards it.

And yes, he’s still doing necromancer math in his head as he approaches the bar’s entrance, but when has that not been the case?

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Nobody knows that like Gideon knows it, knew it every day of her life, practically, leading up to Caanan House. She remembers, on a fundamental level, how confusing it had been when everything between them started to change. The recollection carries the tinge of saltwater on her tongue.

"She'd absolutely hate it," she says, smirking.

"She'd be mortified," Palamedes agrees with a small grin of his own. And because he likes to be fair, he adds, "You have one more question."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm thinking about it," says Gideon, and, honestly, she's coming up blank. She could probably make Palamedes blush if she really put her mind to it, but right now, she honestly can't think of anything. She takes a sip of her beer. "Does she got on with Cam?"