Re: Dinner: Athelstan and Ragnar
"I thank you for that," Athelstan said, smiling. He was better now about holding his liquor, having had many more years to get used to the effects, and much stronger stuff than the ale and mead than humans prepared.
"He has time yet. He'll go through his teenage puppy years and then you'll have your sweet boy back," he remarked quietly, glancing up finally to listen to the food -- all the food -- that Ragnar prepared. "Oh yes, that's all that has to be done to it--" Athelstan laughed, knowing better than to believe that. "Did you catch the salmon yourself? I'm guessing you didn't butcher a cow--" or hoping was more accurate. There was no telling when it came to Ragnar.
"What have you taught him so far?" He still remembered their old tongue and glanced down at the puppy. "You're a good boy, or so your keeper tells me," Athelstan said before returning his attention to Ragnar. "It's fine. Comfortable. Warm." It was a room at a B&B. It wasn't home but it suited his needs. "I have not, not yet," he said with a little shake of his head. "I'm giving him some time and space, it's been years since we saw each other," he said quietly, his knee tilting into Ragnar's. "How goes your work on your presentation?"