Re: Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
"My gods do whatever will entertain them," Ragnar gave another shrug. That was the easiest way to deal with anything like this. Shrug it off. He had very little to complain about, really. He was safe, he was comfortable. He could accept that he was both cursed and blessed and- well.
"I don't know. I have always believed in prophecy, but I don't know. I cannot say. I have wished for so long to have someone who could keep me company, who I could- well, I wished for Stan," Ragnar looked over his shoulder and looked at his puppy, sprawled out like a rug by the back door.
He laughed then. "No, but I would love some tips if you have them," he teased back. Because oh, wouldn't Ragnar just love to know what Athelstan could tell him about what he liked. There must be something he liked.
"I am not trying to replicate our lives completely, we have chocolate now, why would I ignore that?" Ragnar smiled from the kitchen. "Chocolate is delicious, no?" He spooned the mixture he'd made earlier into their little ramekins, then offered out a teaspoon to Athelstan. "Would you like to try? Sample my goods?"