( It's a good question. One that Emil will eventually think about once he's had his fill, which will be more than is reasonable for one sitting. Give him an hour or two to settle his stomach for round two and they won't need to keep the rest anywhere to begin with.
He continues eating for a bite or two before he's had his fill enough to pause, ready to question this gift presented to him. )
So is that all you had to do? Ask Honir and he gave you all this? ( Nope, he has to eat another bite. He has the manners to not savagely talk and chew, though. Once he's swallowed: ) If it's that simple, I might as well ask Tyr for some more tomorrow.
❰ fortune has it that lalli's taken a bite as emil asks his question, so he has at least the time it takes to chew and swallow before he actually has to address it. he's on the fence about telling emil quite what it took, especially considering lalli's not positive how he himself feels about it - it was invasive in concept but not in practice, and lalli can't shake the feeling that he should've felt the intrusion, the way you can touch a bit of skin numbed by scarring and know for a fact that it should feel like more than it does.
but then he's going on about doing the same with tyr, so lalli grudgingly decides that it's best to tell him. ❱
These gods are powerful but ignorant, ❰ he says, not terribly bothered by the rudeness of it compared to the gift they've received. ❱ He didn't know what meat was. I had to show him. ❰ if that part doesn't quite click for emil, it probably will after the half-grudging afterthought: ❱ I guess I remembered venison the best. ❰ he and his grandmother ate many a white-tailed deer, roasted just past rare over a pine fire. ❱
( The concept of not just intrinsically knowing what meat is is baffling to Emil. Even if you decide not to eat it, you know what it is -- perhaps there aren't animals in Asgard simply because the Gods don't know what they are to begin with? Such an idea seems so against simply existing, but the Gods and how they work aren't subjects he admits to knowing a lot about.
At first, with simply saying "I had to show him," his best guess is that Lalli drew some sort of sketchy deer drawing, that Honir then created by dragging it from some universe or just popping it into existence. Then it's clarified: "I remembered." While thinking, Emil had continued to eat, though his chewing has now slowed before he finally talks. )
Wait...so he had to look into your memories? ( Without considering Lalli in the equation, the idea is already unnerving -- and Emil doesn't have that many memories he feels need to be shrouded. To have some deity digging around in his mind...hard pass.
But then there is Lalli to think about. A person who is in general a very close-to-the-vest person. Who Emil knows, despite his subpar knowledge on the subject and related matters, has a very iffy relationship with these Gods and what they mean for him. Lalli let that happen just for this meat Emil complained about on a whim.
A knot forms in his previously satisfied stomach. ) You didn't have to do that.
❰ a shoulder lifts in a shrug. ❱ I know. ❰ he knows he didn't have to. emil would never ask him to do that. it was a choice that lalli made on his own, after weighing the options available to him. and honestly, emil's enthusiastic reception of the meat stole away quite a bit of the doubt that may have lingered.
that being said... ❱ Neither do you. ❰ he doesn't have to run off to let tyr rummage through his head. ❱ Just tell me what you want and I'll get it.
( He's still enthusiastic about said meat, but he has indeed slowed down on consuming it. Not that he should be going at it whole hog to begin with, but he's stopped his eating after learning what it is that Lalli did to get this treat for them. )
I don't mind. You don't have to do it again. ( Lalli seems to not openly mind that he had to do this, but going so above and beyond still makes Emil feel a certain way about things. He's capable of dealing with whatever that entails; he's sure of it despite his nervous ideas at the mechanics of it all.
In fact, it seems like the best thing to do. It's what he'd like to do to make things feel even and reciprocated. ) Listen. If you want to come up with something you'd like, I can take care of it. I'll be at Tyr tonight with nothing to do. It doesn't have to be food, even!
❰ the offer earns a long sort of look, his expression guarded - but it's the soft sort of guarded he gets when emil's done something he's not entirely sure what to do with.
then he shakes his head, just barely. ❱ You had a list, ❰ lalli reminds him, then puts another bite of venison in his mouth. ❱
( This is indeed true. He does have a list he keeps with some of his other things on one of the small desks in the room. However: )
You can look at it if you want. See if you'd like anything on it. ( Emil goes back to cutting off a piece of meat, concerning feeling shoved down to make room for more meat. ) But you got my first idea for me, so I can get you something you really want.
If you want. ( He'll be asking Tyr for something regardless, but he'll be taking his friend's input before his own requests. )
❰ and lalli shakes his head a little, swallowing the bite in his mouth. ❱
Get yours. ❰ lalli has literally nothing he could possibly want that would justify asking emil to bring a god into his mind. he's honestly a bit confused that his friend is so willing to do so, seeming to jump at the opportunity. the way he thought this would go, emil would be mildly horrified by what lalli had allowed and would want to avoid doing so himself if at all possible, and lalli would end up making most of the god requests in the future by virtue of... y'know, not really having much more mental privacy to lose than he's already lost. ❱
( Emil shrugs while he continues to go about eating, Lalli's confusion lost on him. Whatever he gets will be shared anyway, at least if Lalli's interested in whatever it may be. When he actually does go to a God with a request, his nerves will certainly be taut -- but using Lalli like that for his own gain continuously isn't something he's comfortable thinking about at all.
This isn't so much at the forefront of his mind right now, as he finally looks down at how much meat is left, despite his digging in, and wonders aloud, )
Not the kitchen. ❰ delivered flatly, because he has literally no intention of sharing with anyone else in this house - something he's fairly certain emil is in agreement with. ❱
❰ he opens his mouth to say they probably do, but then looks at the size of the remaining portion and closes his mouth again.
hm. ❱
Do you have anything that locks? ❰ he thinks he recalls seeing a few key-locks in the item rain, but he didn't grab them. ❱ Could go in the kitchen if it's locked up.
No. ( Despite his answer, he still glances around the room for potential solutions. They can shove it in his bag? Stow it under the mattress? Both of those options involve meat juice and fabric lint, though. ) I guess we can't let it go to waste, then.
( Unlike his companion, Emil is totally committed to this gorge session, and thus he digs back in. )
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He continues eating for a bite or two before he's had his fill enough to pause, ready to question this gift presented to him. )
So is that all you had to do? Ask Honir and he gave you all this? ( Nope, he has to eat another bite. He has the manners to not savagely talk and chew, though. Once he's swallowed: ) If it's that simple, I might as well ask Tyr for some more tomorrow.
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but then he's going on about doing the same with tyr, so lalli grudgingly decides that it's best to tell him. ❱
These gods are powerful but ignorant, ❰ he says, not terribly bothered by the rudeness of it compared to the gift they've received. ❱ He didn't know what meat was. I had to show him. ❰ if that part doesn't quite click for emil, it probably will after the half-grudging afterthought: ❱ I guess I remembered venison the best. ❰ he and his grandmother ate many a white-tailed deer, roasted just past rare over a pine fire. ❱
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At first, with simply saying "I had to show him," his best guess is that Lalli drew some sort of sketchy deer drawing, that Honir then created by dragging it from some universe or just popping it into existence. Then it's clarified: "I remembered." While thinking, Emil had continued to eat, though his chewing has now slowed before he finally talks. )
Wait...so he had to look into your memories? ( Without considering Lalli in the equation, the idea is already unnerving -- and Emil doesn't have that many memories he feels need to be shrouded. To have some deity digging around in his mind...hard pass.
But then there is Lalli to think about. A person who is in general a very close-to-the-vest person. Who Emil knows, despite his subpar knowledge on the subject and related matters, has a very iffy relationship with these Gods and what they mean for him. Lalli let that happen just for this meat Emil complained about on a whim.
A knot forms in his previously satisfied stomach. ) You didn't have to do that.
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that being said... ❱ Neither do you. ❰ he doesn't have to run off to let tyr rummage through his head. ❱ Just tell me what you want and I'll get it.
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I don't mind. You don't have to do it again. ( Lalli seems to not openly mind that he had to do this, but going so above and beyond still makes Emil feel a certain way about things. He's capable of dealing with whatever that entails; he's sure of it despite his nervous ideas at the mechanics of it all.
In fact, it seems like the best thing to do. It's what he'd like to do to make things feel even and reciprocated. ) Listen. If you want to come up with something you'd like, I can take care of it. I'll be at Tyr tonight with nothing to do. It doesn't have to be food, even!
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then he shakes his head, just barely. ❱ You had a list, ❰ lalli reminds him, then puts another bite of venison in his mouth. ❱
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You can look at it if you want. See if you'd like anything on it. ( Emil goes back to cutting off a piece of meat, concerning feeling shoved down to make room for more meat. ) But you got my first idea for me, so I can get you something you really want.
If you want. ( He'll be asking Tyr for something regardless, but he'll be taking his friend's input before his own requests. )
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Get yours. ❰ lalli has literally nothing he could possibly want that would justify asking emil to bring a god into his mind. he's honestly a bit confused that his friend is so willing to do so, seeming to jump at the opportunity. the way he thought this would go, emil would be mildly horrified by what lalli had allowed and would want to avoid doing so himself if at all possible, and lalli would end up making most of the god requests in the future by virtue of... y'know, not really having much more mental privacy to lose than he's already lost. ❱
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This isn't so much at the forefront of his mind right now, as he finally looks down at how much meat is left, despite his digging in, and wonders aloud, )
Where are we going to put this?
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It's going to spoil before long, though...Do we have to eat all of it right now?
( He's willing to make the sacrifice if need be. )
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hm. ❱
Do you have anything that locks? ❰ he thinks he recalls seeing a few key-locks in the item rain, but he didn't grab them. ❱ Could go in the kitchen if it's locked up.
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No. ( Despite his answer, he still glances around the room for potential solutions. They can shove it in his bag? Stow it under the mattress? Both of those options involve meat juice and fabric lint, though. ) I guess we can't let it go to waste, then.
( Unlike his companion, Emil is totally committed to this gorge session, and thus he digs back in. )