( Does Ian necessarily deserve to feel pride over Lance's drinking improvements? No. And yet. Look, he just really loves it when something he comes up with actually works, or at least helps solve someone's problem. Smashing success.

His eyebrows hike up, half surprised and half impressed. That's some serious ingenuity, and— )

Sounds like it involves way more interpersonal cooperation than we would've been capable of back there.

( Just a little mutter the slightest bit judgy, partly under his breath. He preps his powder for his next drink, and downs it with only slightly more grace than Lance. )

It also seems that, like, a lot beings in the universe want people to call them gods.