"...Me too," Blaze admits. She glances over her shoulder to catch the look on Ghost's face as he pokes the jiggling dessert with his fork. He's... skeptical. "He's handling it better than I'd- than I'd have expected. So far, at least. But... this stuff is unpredictable. Anything that helps him adjust, helps him keep his head straight-"

She shakes her head. Is she just projecting, assuming Ghost will find it as hard as she did, when he has none of the same issues weighing him down?

"He's more cautious than I ever was. But if he makes himself sick, I'll take care of him. You don't have to handle all the messy parts."