"Of course. Such terrible plotting that we must undergo, to ensure that Sir Diarmuid does not work himself into an early grave." Kaldur laughs himself before settling down in the remains of a large circular courtyard just next to the lake, where he and Korra had first sparred when they met nearly two years ago.

"I've banged around at most of the areas down here, so unless you happen to swing particularly hard at a very fragile-looking support bean, the paths should hold." He sets out the cups and starts to pour, waving at Diarmuid to take a seat next to him on the stone-cobbled ground. "Just try not to toss any debris into the lake, if you please, my neighbors won't appreciate it."

"If you wish to guess at my plans you may try, but I have a nice talking game to start us with, first. Tell me, did your 'common-era' information dump include the rules to a game known as 'Never Have I Ever'?"

Save the hitting and smashing for when the real drunk sets in.