Re: Planning for the future. "...ale?" Beer. "...smells so wonderful. Cornbread that just came out of the oven. "I'll fix ye up," Kiernan told the (probable) Asgardian. Same inflection. After fetching a glass of beer and a plate of chicken, beans and cornbread, Grasp returned to the dark-haired man and noted that he hadn't met him before, so he hadn't touched him before, so he didn't know a single damned thing about him. "I haven't seen ye around b'fore, and if ye haven't been in here, ye must be new," the Irishman teased. The Asgardians had taken pretty well to his soul food menu. "Fried chicken, red beans, cornbread," the cook-turned-server told his guest. His eyes flicked away for a second, though. "Another round," he said, almost scoffing at Lyndie and the other harpy she was with. Brunhilde was a patron of his (and many other keep's). "Careful with her, Hild, she's stolen from the Hand b'fore," he called to the Valkyrie.