He set the rest of the muffin down. He'd eaten about half, and was fairly impressed with his efforts since a few days ago and he probably wouldn't have managed to keep it down. He was happy to avoid a repeat of those few weeks.
"That's a long way for them to have traveled. Very impressive." He nodded at that. "I've seen a few documentaries, on television. It's strange, seeing all the things that have happened." Between his time and now. For her Lagertha it was even more of an extreme.
He brushed the crumbs from the muffin off his jeans when she said the short phrase in her language, smiling. "Why do I feel like I should be asking what it means before I say it? No laughing when I butcher your language," he smirked. He thought back over what she'd said before attempting it.
"Þú be - berð eins ok lítil genta" The words were slow and halting, compared to the way she had said them, and his own accent was still thick enough that his English sounded different, let alone what he'd just attempted in her language. But it had sounded similar, at least.