Warm Food & Mead (open)

[Roaric]

Time and Date:Early morning Feb 4th: Weather:Cold with some wind an small flurry's: Previous Threads?: none:




Roaric was just waking up stretching and getting ready for the days work. He was behind on some repairs on a few of the dragon perches that had been broken by a over sized gronkle. He was going to need to put some time in to making the new posts, he needed to make sure the would would hold under the strain of a gronkle and not snap.  he threw on his pants socks kilts and tunic as he walked down the stairs from his part of the house walking in to his mothers kitchen. His mother had been up even earlier cooking warm bread and making a minor feast for breakfast for her big boy. "OOO Roaric~" she call as he sat down, she turned and noticed him already digging in to the large meal breads, and some leftovers from last night. "oh good your up, some of the villagers need your help it seems that fat gronk as sat on some ones house and fallen in...." Roaric nodded his mouth too full to talk. his mother was a rather plump women with a sweet looking face and a nice disposition.  he swallows the dry left over bread from last night with some yaks milk, wiping his mouth with his arm. "Okay ma, but it seems the gronk is causing allot of businesses for me. I haven't been this busy since that incident with the natter blowing up the fish storage." He finished his sentence by stuffing his face with more bread after taking a bite out of some goat cheese that was rather tough. He was going to finish his meal before heading out. His mother was well know for not turning down any guest for breakfast. he was wondering why there wasn't any one here yet getting a meal. 

[Boom and Lockjaw]

Boom had a reputation, and it was one she was proud to uphold. It was one that made her like a force of nature, and no one would ever know that Boom hesitated in front of the door of the familiar household that loomed in front of her.

No one would know that she looked over her shoulder more than once to make sure that her noisy, nosy mother wasn't trailing behind her. The coast was clear for now, and she dared herself to stare down the door a few seconds longer. She exhaled a shaky breath, and steeled herself into the her that everyone was familiar with - ferocity becoming her stubborn chin and perfect posture.

When she swung open the door, it was with confidence and nonchalance; the look of irate boredom that had pulled her face into an unenthused lines.
"Yo," She intoned, striding into the home with the same comfort she would her own. "We need a few more stools for the workshop... Gronks." A corner of her lip turned up with a scoff and roll of her eyes by way of explanation.

She sidled right up the table and fell into one of the nearby chairs like it was every day business, reclining lightly with one leg kicking casually at the air. She propped up her head by resting her cheek on her scuffed up fist, using her other hand to tap her spot on the table with impatient demand not unlike an ally cat waiting to be fed... and that was close enough to what she was.
"You guys going to feed me, or what?"

Almost an afterthought, her eyes trailed over towards Roaric. She bobbed her head briefly by way of greeting, content to leave it at that.

[Roaric]

Raoric was surprised to be greeted early this morning by boom who opened the door with enough force you would have though it was a dragon. he turned to the door and raised a cup foo of yaks milk, half his cheek stuffed. "moarning bowm~" his voice muffled as he started to suck down some more food.  Soon Roarics mother turned and looked to boom. "Oh little Boomboom! Nice to see you again, Wheres your mother??" Roaric heard the comment about more stool being needed for the shop while he  chugs down a cup of yaks milk while sliding a small feast of sweet bread and cheese, with a jug of yaks milk to Boom.  Upon hearing his mother ask where booms mother was he chocked a little and pounded his chest the goat cheese going down a little rough. 

"I doubt her mother is coming.  Boom only came here to tell me about another order and to get some of you wonderful bread for a hardy meal." he said as he then worked his way around some more breads. Normally roaric was chugging mead and wine down but since it had been so hard to get a trader here who traded spiced mead, an wine he been starting to drink yaks milk in the morning.   "So Boom how did the gronk break the stools." He said raising an eye at her knowing she might have been the one to break them, just wanted to blame it on the gronks. one side of his mouth was full of bread staring the young viking maiden down, as if it was a lie detector test. Roarics mother was humming away as she was pounding some  dough in to get ready to bake.

[Boom and Lockjaw]

When Roaric greeted her with his mouth full, she cast him a doleful look. Pig. She wasn't any better, but she wasn't going to spare him any dignity for it.
"Wow, Roaric - your vocabulary is almost as big as you are." The deadpan of her words were curtailed only by sarcasm and a snort - she kept up the appearance of complete ease and disinterest, though there was a twitch of her shoulders when the older woman greeted her with the cutesy nickname.

She knew better than to comment on it, and instead only bothered to turn her head to look at Roaric's mother, giving her the same deadpan and unimpressed stare she'd been giving her son not all that long ago.
"That's big Boomboom to you," She scoffed, her one hand hovering over the selection of breads and cheese before picking up a piece and tearing into it. "I ain't a teacup-sized prize, missus." She emphasized her point by almost lazily waving the bitten loaf at the woman.

Roaric had covered for her, but she couldn't resist a raise of her brows and mischevous curl of one side of her lip when the woman had asked about her mother.
"She's busy today." Boom said these words a little too sweetly, turning to meet Roaric's eyes with the glimmer of mischief in her eyes that clearly meant that the gronckles hadn't done anything at all... at least not without her orchaestating it.

"Oh, it was weird." Boom couldn't keep the undertone of joy out of her voice. "They were playing around like kittens, and you know how much bigger than kittens they are. Destructive, hopping around like that." Without much thought, she grabbed the same mug of mead that Roaric had been drinking out of and took a sip herself, sneering gleefully over the edge. "Someone left some dragon nip out and easy to reach, what a shame."

Except it wasn't a shame at all.

Hopefully the mess Boom had left behind would keep her mother busy for a little while longer.

[Roaric]

Roarics mother was smiling as she cooked. "Oh you will always be little boomboom to me." she chuckled a laugh that lead to a giggle. Raoric how ever was mulling over her words thinking hard about every detail. He noticed she took his mead cup and slid it back towards himself just to keep her out of of his ale. Finally in his portion of the meal he came to a very tasty pastry that was filled with black berry's and coated with a light glaze of honey baked in to the crusted. "Mmmm So....Boom Gronkel baby's and dragon nip... Those sound like some thing a Dragon rider would have on hand." Looking to her and  dragon rider meaning her, one of his eyebrows raised as he waved another one of those sweet pastry's as if to tempt her to tell the truth to get one. biting in to his he looked her over and though about the destruction the hatchlings caused. That was 8 stools, 5 dragon stands, And a new roof for some one. Looking at boom he raises an eybrow even higher if he could. "Now that we are on the conversation.." takes a sip of yaks milk to wash the pastry down with. "You rember when the natter blew up the fish storage you wouldn't happen to know who caused that would you?" Staring at her while he said this wondering if that was her fault too.