[If Will has any problems with impromptu drinking get together turning into a humanity disdain fest, it's not easy to tell. Because he doesn't. He knows his species in plenty of extremes and can't be bothered to come up with some sort of argument for or against anything humanity does or does not do. He's just one person. He can bark all day for good or worse and it won't mean shit in the long run. Kara making a note about ease while referencing her own ability to fly does have a little screw in the back of his mind, imagine trying to make things easier because you can't actually fly, but it's ignored in favor of more liquor and scratching the dirty dog's head that has flopped into his lap.]

Rains here all the time. [Compared to Heropa, compared to Wolf Trap.] It's been at least three out of five weeknights ever since we got here. [Dividing his days up by weeknights and weekend, what a nerd.] Gods probably couldn't watch through all that rain, even if they wanted to.

[Meant jokingly, despite how dry it sounded. A joke, a head's up that it was possible, that if she didn't want wet wings....well.]