Pastries~ [The man helped himself, one in each hand.]

I don't know them, so I won't.

Of course, yes, right. [He deadpanned.] I'll have you know I'm a tiger.

"I work very hard I'll have you know - I work hard at avoiding work."

"A celebration of my marriage to Signý ✵"

Dem, ever since I met you, you've said a lot of silly things, but this one might outshine the rest.

"I'm not sure if I should be proud or upset at that."

Another child?! Gods, how lucky fools are.

"Excuse me?"

You are excused.

Now that might get her to use that dagger for the first time.

Dem looked at the barrels of ale and the bottles of wine readily available sporadically dotted between platters of food. But then catching sight of Brom he turned, and watched Brom's gaze as he very slowly, and very deliberately, shook his head in warning.

"Wait, that's a trick statement, isn't it?"

[The man danced without a care to the strange music.]

Dem thought about the statement for a minute, sucking his teeth in contemplation. Then he took Wulf from her arms, picked up a tankard of ale, and went to find a seat where he was less likely to drop either one.

As the festivities and merrymaking drew to a close, little Wulf fast asleep and several of the wedding guests now throughly drunk, Dem approached Signý and attempted to offer Wulf back into her arms. ✵

Just in case anyone was wondering, I split my birthday into equal parts. One part asleep, one part drunk and one part eating cake.

Of course! What else am I to do on a farm in the middle of nowhere?

I had the day off work, if that's what you mean?

Uh, neither do I. I just... enjoyed my day I guess? You should see Wulf now; he's got so big! It was nice to spend time with him too.