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Karen was still a little nervous around Kang, and quiet, even after spending a couple of days with him, and he couldn't really blame her. At least she wasn't terrified of him anymore, and she wasn't all that difficult to watch over. He'd even managed to find a few things to help keep her entertained in Possessions (the Fairplay memories were definitely coming in handy in this case; he wouldn't have known what type of things human children typically liked to do otherwise).

He had duties at the tavern, though, and decided to bring her along with him. She'd offered to help him out, but there really wasn't anything a child as young as her could do, so he'd handed her some paper and crayons and set her up at a table next to the bar, asking her to draw some pictures for the tavern. That way, she was occupied and out of the way, and still felt that she was doing something to help.

He made sure to keep an eye on her as he went about his usual business, checking up on her every now and then to make sure she wasn't bored.

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"Water, cider, and fruit juice," Kang grinned. "I do understand that not everyone drinks alcohol."

Howard returns the grin. "Cider sounds awesome. My best friend back home's a drunk and I don't see the point in risking braincells like that."

Though he will admit that sometimes it's tempting, but he hates the taste, and that's a good enough disincentive to drown his paranoia. "Not that, you know, it'll always fry your brain, obviously, but I like to play it safe."

Kang shrugged, fetching the human a mug of cider, "I've been drinking for four decades, and it hasn't done any harm to me yet. As long as it's in moderation, it's fine."

"Yeah, but we crazy teenagers don't believe in moderation." Unconsciously supporting his argument, he guzzles his cider down excessively quickly, as if he expects that if it's not inside him someone's going to take it away from him. Clearly he doesn't know how to nurse a drink. "You're on the Council, right?"

"It isn't just teenagers. There's plenty of adults that don't believe in moderation, too. I've known a few," Kang laughed. "I am."

"Kang, right?" Howard's been observing enough of Kang's body language to deduce that Kang uses a lot of human-like gestures, so he figures it's safe to offer a handshake. "I'm Howard. Work at Med Bay and salvaging some stuff in the City. I used to be Council back home, but it was way more disorganized."

Obviously. Teenagers.

"That'd be me. I'm pretty recognizable around here," Kang took Howard's hand and shook it. "Well met. What kind of stuff do you salvage?"

"I gotta admit, I haven't seen a ton of people who look like you," he says and shrugs. "All kinds of things. We had a resource shortage back home so we're really good at not letting anything go to waste. We've been getting scrap metal to the Forge and Engineering so far."

He glances down at his jug as if surprised and unnerved it's empty. "Got more cider?"

Kang laughed, "I'm used to that. Most of the humans here are from some variation of Earth, after all, and don't have any idea what the hell I am. I might have to stop by sometime and see what you've got there."

He took the mug and refilled it, "Here. There's plenty of it."

"You're not from Earth? What exactly are you, anyway?" He doesn't ask accusingly - he's just genuinely curious. "Out of curiosity, do all we humans look alike?"

"No, I'm from Krynn; my kind are called draconians. It's a very different world from Earth, though humans are not unfamiliar to me." Kang said. "And yes, besides the differences in ethnicities, you do all look alike for the most part. I wouldn't be able to tell you from an Earth human or a Krynnish human."