[Heeeere we go with the lecture.... Blue's making a face already when Lance has hardly begun, but it's not like he's ignoring him out of hand. Even when Lance waxes on like this, he knows he's usually right. That's the most annoying thing about it.]

[That didn't make it feel any less awkward to hear it- praising or not.]

Come at me, I'm not scared of you. [Blue defiantly huffs, hiding his skittishness as best he can. Put that way, the best way to show Lance just exactly how far he's come.... That would be in battle, right? If he truly thought Lance would be a cakewalk, he wouldn't even bother taunting him.]

[Yeah and how many of them were to Blue!!! That's some pretty damn good odds!]

[....Now, however, that they've established that time is fuckin' weird, there's the matter of everything else around them being weird. Blue spares one last glance at the Fireys, who have returned contentedly to their raucous celebration, and sticks his hands in his pockets to turn towards the dome's exit.]

I guess it's kind of pointless to ask when lakes are made of alcohol around here, but nothing about this place sticks out as familiar to you, right? ..What do you think we should do, for now?

[He's been trying to be aloof about the anxiety of their situation, but... For lack of any other logic to grab onto, he defers to Lance.]