IC contact [Mask or Menace]

[infomodder]

"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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[valr]

[It's a better reaction she gets from most people, proper laugh or not, and she manages a wry smile in return.]

They ain't too bad if you know how to handle 'em. Problem is people let the bloody things push 'em around, and then they think they're in charge.

[She's done a lot of farming and living off the land, and that has occasionally included owning goats.]

[infomodder]

[Goat farming is not a dead. Unlike, in his world, certain deities. Religions. Those have certainly shifted, but people still use goats the same as they did before he was even thought of.]

Same with dogs. [He indicates his, muddy and apparently asleep, seemingly the opposite of ornery, ill-behaved, or thinking he's in charge.] But they don't have horns and they're not prone to headbutting.

[No, they just have fangs that can do damage if someone gets on the wrong side, and they piss all over everything to let the world know it's theirs, and they destroy entire houses if they have superpowers, and yet they're so sweet, awww.]

[valr]

Rather be headbutted than have my throat ripped out.

[Not that she has any problems with dogs, she likes them, but she isn't inclined to forget where they came from and what they're capable of.]

[infomodder]

[The look that crosses his face—he is the weariest, most burdened man in the world in this moment. Not that people don't call his shit out for what it is back home, of course, but it's usually much ruder or in much more complicated manners, involving metaphors and similes that crumble apart halfway through but they keep on anyway.]

Rather be headbutted if I knew mead was attached instead of just milk.

[So there.]

[valr]

[oh will]

Not a fan of milk?

[And now she's just mocking him a little, teasing, because they've had enough a somber mood for now, she thinks.]

[infomodder]

Not if there's an alcoholic alternative, no.

[There's one in his hand right now, one that is a little much for someone to finish in a single go—or not, apparently. There it goes. Thunder's getting closer, he's had a few unfriendly thoughts related to a god who's all about the storms and lightning in the presence of a Valkyrie, but there's no fear that that counts for anything in this world.

The way he looks at her, though: I know what you're doing, Kara, let my face tell you that much.]

[valr]

[She just shrugs; she doesn't care if he knows what she's doing, it's not like being subtle has ever been her kind of thing.]

Could be baileys in the milk.

[What.]

[infomodder]

[Well, if she's going to be like that, Will can return it. He certainly can. He frequently deals with April Ludgate, sometimes a vampire queen, sometimes a human, always ready to spout bullshit and slowly growing prepared for Will to bring it up later. He can roll with this.]

That's the reason I buy my own milk and put my name on the jugs. One of my roomies found that out the hard way.

[The breakfast of champions is alcoholic cereal. Also this never happened.

The single drop of rain that manages to hit the knee of his pants did happen, but it's ignored. Stop begging for attention, Thor.]

[valr]

[Kara looks up at the sky as a raindrop hits her cheek, frowning as if that might make it go away.]

I'm gonna hav'ta start coming over for breakfast.

[If there's boozy cereal involved.]