04.Apr.13, 09:22 PM
"Yeh, yer a bit lumpy..." He prodded her in the stomach, gently. "Maybe Ah'll have t'squish ya a bit to make you more comfortable." He squeezed her arms before grabbing her and hauling her up and over his shoulders, settling her in front of him and leaning back against Olemuth. "Yer spoilin' me, y'know. Gettin' me used t'company. An' you can cook! Yeh. I'm comin' t'yer hut. Gettin' tired o' tubers an'... Tubers." The fact the man despised fish probably didn't bode well for him eating healthily.
Let them wonder all they want. Catch them off guard and unprepared. For a quiet thing, he was awfully conniving!