[One poor minister playing with fire has wandered over to talk to Palamedes as he picks the last bits of grime off his omni, and so Palamedes turns to see Viktor after the minister makes a split-second grim face; Viktor's reputation among the coworkers. They scuttle away just in time for this entirely welcome and overtly showy and possessive kiss, Palamedes' hands making up the difference in cupping Viktor's face. The other minister is forgotten, skittered away to the safety in numbers of the rest of them, now studiously pretending not to glance at the saccharine PDA happening in their very foyer.

This is a place of business. A place of healing. They are sullying it with their distracting kissing, to be sure. Oh well.]

I'd hate to ruin lunch with errant corruption, [he says, like being covered in blood and who knows what else is just a normal thing and not the problem. That's how it is.]

Where are we going? Are you enjoying the many sights and smells of Lumenwood enough to stay here for lunch, or are we heading for the lamp?