#salmon-duchy-lands-aka-alaska

Symon wraps his fingers around a steaming cup of tea. It's summer, even in Alaska, but he's found that when away from home, he takes a little comfort in using this mug that Anne Marie snuck into his bag.

He sips, and looks up at Dagmar. "So what's the ceremony about that they want you to attend? Is this with the Pu'gwis?"

"It is. You're allowed to come with, if you want. I thought..." She purples and shrugs. "The Pu'gwis have a unique appearance. You might appreciate their dance?"

“I don’t think they’d bother me.” He considers, “appearance wise. And I’d be glad to accompany you… if it’s appropriate. For all that slugs are supposed to have the final say on decorum and politeness, I don’t get court etiquette, and I don’t know anything about these people.”

A pause, and, “I don’t want to… mess up what you got going on, I guess?”

"I'm not sure what I've got going on. It'd be nice to have a friend there."