[ The laugher does nothing to lessen how annoyed he is that this keeps happening. It doesn't help that she calls it a 'malfunction', like he's the source of the problem. It's not his calculations that are off, he knows full well it's that potion he drank. ]

Yeah, well, I can't control the weather. [ He steps out of the puddle and starts to wring out his clothes for the umpteenth time. ] I know half of them are dead, but you'd still think they'd do something about the flooding.