[This isn't Palamedes' first snow, here in this world— it was icy and frozen the day he first arrived, so long ago, even— but it is one of the first snows he's actually caught live. Snow on the ground, that's something, sure, it's pretty, but his extremities get cold so easily for obvious reasons, he can only enjoy the snow for so long.

But active snowfall? Oh? He's behind his desk, which is just as cluttered as all of his desks, rooting around on a high shelf to find a very particular form he needs to have one of his adoring employees complete over again. Viktor's arrival as always is a welcome thing, there may very well be a couch in this office purely so Viktor can come and relax whenever he likes (as long as he doesn't mind sharing some space with a pile of file folders Palamedes has left on one of the cushions). Palamedes pauses and looks at Viktor over his shoulder, then towards the window.]

Really? [He sounds, hm, a little excited— this office isn't as cozy as the big private lab in the Sanctuary, buuut...] In that case, you'll be stuck here right alongside me, you know. Unless I can find this form in the next, hm, twenty seconds.

[He will not be finding the form in twenty seconds. He might just give up to consider the sticked food in twenty seconds, he'll find out!]