Bee wrapped her arms around Vogg's middle, surprised but pleased by the hug. He felt familiar, and this was another thing that made him so similar to on of her older brothers. She pat his back and smiled at him as he hurried to the kitchen for the mead. In all honesty, she'd started keeping it in the house in case he ever stopped by. It was a specific kind from Uppsala, though it was likely made differently in his time.
She did as he told her and helped herself to a plateful of the delicious smelling food. Now that it was in front of her, her stomach growled and her mouth watered, but she waited for the Viking to settle with his own plate before tucking in. "What was your wish, Vogg?"