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Blarney was aware, distantly, in some far-off way, that he was experiencing the condition known as shock. He was hovering somewhere a few inches out from his body, listening to himself talk - about what, he couldn't possibly begin to say. Something about how pretty she was, probably, and how much he wanted a snack. He should have snacks in his subspace. Could things go bad in subspace? Could germs survive in subspace? Maybe subspace was the advancement in medical science we'd all been waiting for--

And then someone else was there, mostly purple. When had Blarney's eyes gotten so fuzzy? No, it was just his vision that had gone blurry, not his eyes. His eyeballs weren't fuzzy, but it was as a funny image, and he started to laugh, just as the purple spread out from the new guy to reach him.

It took a few moments, but the laughter died in his throat and Blarney returned to his body with - he would swear it - an audible thump, blinking rapidly. How much of that had he said out loud? He had absolutely no idea, and he felt the blush come to his cheeks. Being magically healed - that's what was going on, he realized belatedly, and the guy who was 'mostly purple' was not in fact actually purple but was just all decked out in the color, holding what looked like a shepherd's crook. Blarney brought a hand to the scratches along the back of his neck, gingerly pressing on the spot, and was amazed to find that he could almost feel them stitching themselves up, sewing the cleave marks back together like nothing had ever happened.

He was starting to feel a little silly again, but in a good way - like when strong medicine finally kicked in. He was in no hurry to turn off the spout of magic, so he waited until it faded out on its own accord to speak, giving both of them a wide, if sheepish, grin.

"I owe you guys, for real," Blarney said, looking between them. "Thank you, for saving my bacon, and for keeping my bacon from wracking up mondo hospital bills," he said, addressing the first to Kara and the second to Lanting. "It's nice to meet you both, though I wish I'd had to bleed a little less to make it happen, huh?" Blarney chuckled and shook his head.

"Miss Kara said you two are siblings, right?" Blarney said, peering at the two of them to see if he could pick up on any family resemblance. He could not, but whether that was because of the magic, the lateness of the hour, or the day he'd had, he had no idea. "That's so cool." He thought again of his own sister, and personally was relieved that she had no special powers yet - he didn't want her to be the one getting clawed to pieces by a piece of pissed-off poultry.

"What--did you guys say you were knights of again?" Blarney asked, the words jumbled in his brain, but he was pretty sure that neither of them had mentioned a planet he'd ever heard of.

Shije? Meimei? These were not words he knew, but he knew what an asteroid was. And Ida--actually, that rang a bell; that was what his stickbro friend was, a Knight of Ida. He hadn't thought much about it at the time, but now it wasn't just a one-off. There was a Sailor Ida, too, and a Sailor Cybele?

...Was there a Sailor Earth? Blarney frowned slightly to himself, but then Lanting was offering food and he put it aside, adding it to the growing mental list of questions he was developing.

"Oooh," Blarney said, eagerly taking one of the little bao. Distantly he mused that once upon a time, taking food from strangers was ranking pretty high on the list of 'things not to do', but now--

Well, now things were different. Not only had this guy actively saved him from meeting a grisly, bloody fate, but he was a Knight. That meant he was, loosely at least, on the same side as Blarney, and unless Kara and Lanting were pulling some incredibly convoluted long con on him, he was fairly confident that the bao wasn't poisoned.

It was, however, absolutely delicious.

"Oh my god," Blarney said, forgetting his manners over the taste of it. "This is--" Blarney forced himself to swallow, looking in amazement from the bao to Lanting. "This is stupid good, oh my god. Does your boyfriend like, have a restaurant? I feel like I should give him, like, a lot of money for a a lot more food, as soon as possible." Blarney laughed and finished the bao, even licking his fingers as he finished.

The whole 'boyfriend' part, though - that gave him a moment's pause, his mind flickering back to Khaz, and he looked back at Lanting curiously. "Does he know what you...that you guys are..." Blarney gestured between the three of them. "How does that work? If--if I can ask, I mean. Sorry, that's probably personal, you don't have to answer, sorry."

Blarney blinked, blinked again, and processed at lightspeed. His eyes widened slightly and he looked from Kara to Lanting to his own empty hand, which had previously held the best bao he'd ever had in his life.

"You--you can date the aliens?" Blarney blurted out, the words escaping him before he could edit them, or stop them. "I'm--I'm sorry, that's--I hadn't--I've only met one--he was like, halfway a bunny person--did you say a tiefling? What on earth is a tiefling?" Blarney paused.

"Or, I guess. What in space, not on Earth, as the case may be. How--" Blarney had a series of questions that would be too personal, mostly about how alien biology and body morphology worked for certain things, but honestly, after Albite told him that he'd basically wanted to put his d**k in the busted oven that was Faustite's chest--his horizons for what 'sex' could look like had expanded. Rapidly.

But he hadn't known you were allowed to date the aliens!

"I mean--that's--this food is good enough that I think he should be allowed to duel anyone who complains about it," Blarney finally landed on, doing his absolute best to get past his own mystification over the concept. "And I think anyone should be allowed to duel someone who's mean to service people."

"What?" Blarney blinked, the shock of learning about inter-galatic hookups having made him forget the whole reason Lanting was here in the first place, at least for a minute. "Oh! Oh, yeah, no, I'm--I feel great," Blarney promised with a grin. Just to make sure, he held up the hand with his signet ring on it and hit a button, watching as the recently-installed vital signs upgrade popped up in hologram form before him. He scanned back through the recent history and winced - yeah, his numbers had been way out of whack, what with the whole bleeding from the head thing, but they were all back to baseline now. Blarney nodded and closed the image, then looked back at the pair of them.

"Thank you again for getting here as fast as you did, man, I really appreciate it. Both of you, actually," he added, glancing back to Kara with the same smile. "If you guys ever need anything, just give me a call, okay? I don't have like, real magic yet, but..." Blarney waggled his stick in a playfully threatening manner, "I can smash stuff real good. And my high kicks are not messing around. Or, like, I'm tall, so if you ever need something off the top shelf..." Blarney chuckled and shook his head.

"Really though. Just give me a shout and I'll be there, okay?"