[i'm angry that i laughed at that, i really am. lids god damnit] Can and have, I'll have you know. Lana is lovely, by the way. Worries about you too. [was giving him this number really wise.] Of course she also assured me you'd be by eventually, must be a sibling's intuition.

[he's amused as he goes to get glasses. at least his kitchen is clean, small miracles.] How about broken pots, broken pots and more broken pots? We found what might be a neolithic weapon of sorts, though half the group thinks it's just an oddly shaped rock. [high octane action in the archeology world. he heads over with two glasses, regarding this 'beer' like he's unsure what to make of it.] You know the drinking age here is eighteen, I think I'm a bit overqualified at this point. [mysterious vague probably in the twenties age. he places the glasses down near the bottle.] Well... I suppose it's worth a shot, despite your so far glowing description of it. Cultural exchanges and all.