Vogg just shrugged, he could eat anywhere, it hardly mattered to him. But he smiled at the sight of his friend, putting his basket down and first presenting her with the simple colored eggs and bits of chocolates. “For the festival of Ostara… we missed it, but it is never too late for gifts, I suppose.” He grinned at her.
He began laying out the foods, all very simple dishes, but Vogg was proud none-the-less. “I’ve made lamb and vegetables and bread. I would have made honey cakes but… I hardly know where to start.” He chuckled a little bit, handing her one of the spare plates he’d packed away. “I would like to share my feast with you, It… it reminds me of home. How are you feeling?”