"You know," Lucas' brain detours, for the briefest of moments, to how Bash is probably a dark wizard with mind control powers. Because that is literally the only way Lucas can explain how he keeps winding up in these situations, as though compelled; always completely unprepared. Well, okay, that's a lie. There are other explanations, too. The jokes, that laugh, the ridiculous conversations, that face...

Wow, okay, you are really pushing the limits of what can be considered a brief moment, Lucas. Rein it in.

"If you really wanted to be saved from fresh air, snow-capped peaks and sweeping vistas," Lucas can feel his cheeks burning. His feet start to bounce. Can't turn back now, though. "I might be able to help."