[He laughs in response, as he almost always does to her words, but it feels better this time for reasons he refuses to question.]

Sorry my dude, controlling the weather is like a druid thing, so unless you wanna commune with nature for like a ton o' years until it lets you sick it's dick you're stuck on ice time.

[Why did he have to say all that? He didn't! Why dd he do it? Because he's like this!]

I mean, what's the dog gonna do to me other than drool on my everything? Or is that like, the penalty here.