Getting shanghaied to make a point in the most absurd way possible, while slightly perplexing, is the normal kind of silly, strangely normal in the alien forest with no daylight in defiance of all planetary motion. And stranger still to Bodhi. This is the sort of thing that might have felt normal to him, well, a matter of weeks ago, really. Up until he decided to defect and blow up his entire life, the scraps of good with all the bad. He's prepared to have fun, but it feels a bit unnatural, easy to misstep somehow. The person who ran off with friends to do something silly is a distant stranger now.

He tries to hold his own, and only sounds a little stiff. "All it tastes like is tannins and being awake too early." Yes, this is how teasing works.