This is a terrible spa. I'd ask for a refund, if I were you. [Ha ha, jokes. Palamedes quits peeling the pod to reach for Viktor instead and brush some... goo... out of his hair, you know, lovingly. They have to burn these sheets, there's no recovering from this specific mess.]

Well— [Let him just. Lean around Rio, hi, he can multitask with this.] Ultimately, a handful of hours. I'm surprised, honestly— you know there's always someone making some kind of panicked call for help about these things- [he picks at some dry pod, eugh] -hanging around for days.

[But enough about that, let's talk about what surely is contributing to Viktor's new tension: a purple hand? He is Looking.]

Are we feeling too 'covered in something repulsive' for me to ask about that? I could run a bath first.