[kara danvers. what a sight for sore eyes. he gives her something akin to an affectionate smile. okay, so it looks more like a grimace, but kara knows him. knows that he's not going to publicly declare that he's happy to see her face.]

I don't know that many people who care about draft soda, Kara.

But if anyone else wants to chime in on whether they want to play pong and drink root beer or if they'd rather pop a few quarters in the jukebox, have a few pitchers, and throw some darts... well, I won't tell 'em not to.