[ Blake sips her tea, working on one of the scones as Yang shares her stories. Her eyes grow wide as Yang tells her about the fiery lion (she makes a comment about how Yang must have met her match in that creature, of course) that'd been keeping some dragons from their homes (you'd think dragons of all living beings would be able to handle that kind of problem on their own!); wistful as she imagines how beautiful summoning frost fairies with a dance must have been; and excited when Yang mentions her karaoke bar job -- clearly, the whole team needs to book a room there for a couple hours one night (though Blake hopes she'll be able to avoid doing much singing). They pass the better part of an hour this way, chatting about Yang's experiences. ]

Despite all the action and drama, things sound a lot less desperate here than they are back home. [ Blake smiles. ] I'm glad you've been able to get up to so much, and that it seems like it's all been so... well, enjoyable. [ She looks out the window, then, pensive. ] It's still hard to wrap my mind around the fact that we can't really go back. Even if time's stopped for us, I feel sort of guil --

[ -- It's at that moment that Blake's phone buzzes with a text from Yang's birth mom. ]

She's here, too? [ Blake frowns, showing it to Yang. ] Ugh. Guess I'll deal with this later. I take it she hasn't bothered you too much here? [ Given that, you know, Raven had abandoned Yang in her childhood and been a pretty absent figure in her life ever since. ]