"No problem."

"Well, I can't claim to recommend punching each other but I suppose it's not my business."

Blue shrugs. "Not much point me being here, really, unless I can get us a headstart on sorcery somehow by doing the same progress twice." He squints a bit. "… I guess that is actually enough point to be here, and– Purple, can I just ask what the heck is up with your head?"

"Huh?"

"It's– fuzzy and blurry and sticky and… ew."

"...his head looks normal to me."

"Internally," says Blue. "Internally it is very messy and– ew."

"… It seems mostly okay to me?" says Purple. "Better than it used to be."

"Yeah, that's 'cause Rashel got to it." He makes a face. "Ew."

"Huh?"

"Do you not get– sticky thoughts and like mazes of stupidity and whatever, because he has a lot of that, is what I mean. Some people are probably worse, but still, ew."

"I do not so much have that problem."

"Would be good if you could export that," he says. "It's a common issue with lots of people. Ever heard of politics?"

"Yes?"

Purple sighs. "I'm gonna go– purify some water or something while you trash our government, so, have fun."

"I was actually gonna trash the other mortal world's government!" says Blue to Purple, then he turns back to Promise. "Lots of people pick a band and stick to it because admitting defeat would be horrible, basically. It's apparently pretty nasty on Earth. That's the– Fairyland-adjacent mortal world."

"Who's Rashel?"

"Oh, just a friend. Part Rhune, part Luna. She's usually good at de-stupiding– Purple."

Shiiit.

Sigh.

Purifying water, woo.

"Anyway from what little I've heard of mortal government it's probably usually a step up from the fairy version."

"Yeah," he says. "It. It probably is. Less– ordering."

Shiiiiit. What the hell, how did he just– say a name without thinking about it, he's in Fairyland, what is wrong with him, shit.

At least Rashel isn't around, but still. Ugh.

"Are you okay?"

"Yyyeah, just– um, yeah. I'm fine."

Now would be a good time to disappear, save himself the embarrassment of– having to think about how stupid that was, ugh, just– ugh.

Purple looks over at him briefly and then continues to practice.

Promise goes back to screwing around with lumen.