"I have no idea what any of those things are," she admits, catching it and lifting up the glass to look at it. Then she shrugs and knocks back half of it. Whatever, it's not like anything on this boat can do anything to her unless it's made of like Kryptonite. Or, well, magic.

The maple mead goes down smooth and sweet. Kara sets the glass down to say something and then the burn hits.

"Holy fragging shit!" She makes a face, shaking her head like a cat with a sneeze caught in it's nose. "Ugh, it feels like heat vision in my mouth, what the hell."