[He doesn't fully nod at her making it clear that there's a difference, but the way his chin tilts, jerks just a little—he's following along. How many festivals or concerts were planned that had to be called off due to rain or worse weather? Sure, attendance might barely suffer if it was a light drizzle...with the inclusion of thunderstorms and heavy winds, sometimes things had to be canceled. Or sometimes they didn't seem ready to get that way and things had to be shut down in the middle of them. People were at risk, the equipment being used was at risk...even the best laid plans can end up completely obliterated. It makes sense that the situation would be taken into account, that a Dísablót going poorly due to something beyond control would be a far cry from a Dísablót going poorly because the people didn't give a shit or ended up committing acts during it that the gods they were supposed to be honoring certainly didn't find respectful.

Trying didn't always mean success, but mockery didn't enter the same realm as trying. Forgetting entirely? Mockery in and of itself, wasn't it?]

Seems like if you're gonna have a party for gods, you're gonna try to do it right. [Seems like it, and yet there's all sorts of people out there. He knows, God does he know.] Good that you didn't expect perfection, because— [He doesn't quite gesture to himself, but it's there in spirit. To him, nudging his head back to the house.] —never gonna find a perfect human. We don't exist.

[Is that part of their charm? Ruling deities looking at the humans who won't ever be able to achieve anything like perfection and taking them on as pets. That's a comforting thought, requires more booze to go with it.]

When was the last time you actually got drunk?

[There's another thing that seems to Will—it seems a terrible fate to never be drunk again. Of course, he's assuming that with the right stuff, with the right amount of it...Kara could, in fact, be drunk off her ass. That is, however, an assumption.]