Had he? Blue couldn't recall. It smelled nothing like the stuff he'd been given at the lab. He blinked, watching the steam quickly thin with Jack's touch, his mouth parted to say something, but...not really knowing what to say at all.

He did as told, instead.

"Oh–" Blue sat up, surprised, barely getting through a sip. He hadn't had very many sweet things – it was strange. But...

"It's...good." Good was a poor descriptor, but the only thing that came to mind quick enough to say. "It's different." But good.