[Normal.... right. As if Blue wasn't 11 years old yesterday and having a breakdown of confidence in front of a strange adult he'd just met. Blue freezes up upon entering the kitchen, groggy and weary-eyed after the past several days, but memory fully intact. He almost considers backtracking and fleeing the kitchen, but he grumbles and powers through.]
[No... Screw that, he's not going to run away.] Yeah, just peachy. How's your Gym?
I'M gonna say it's directly after because I can
[No... Screw that, he's not going to run away.] Yeah, just peachy. How's your Gym?
[He's just gonna deflect instead.]