[Save the romantic ring-kissing and other-spots-kissing for later, after the water and crackers. Palamedes still chuckles, not-quite-nudging him to please, please drink some water. He joins him at the table, pulling the other chair around to sit right next to him instead of across, helpfully pushing the water over in front of him. Hi. Drink.]

You owed me a ring?

[Soft, while he reaches over to skim his fingers over the back of Viktor's neck and up into his hair. He's going to insist about the water and snacks if he really must, but besides that nagging, he's happy; he can look down at his other hand on the table and see that ring and know, yes, this is what he wants. It wasn't any less of a promise when they made themselves a House— a family— but a pair of rings is certainly, hm, more overt.

Still. It feels like a natural progression more than a surprise; he'll get used to the new feeling of wearing a ring around.]

I can't help you make one at all, but I could push a button on a machine at least once, to contribute.