Väver rot i rot

Harrowheart laughs strangely at Runa's joke. He wants to find humor in it, but his mind is consumed with the implications. What could the consequences of a breather eating bread be? Maybe her aunt isn't a breather after all? Is this a subtle implication? Or perhaps a consequence of Earth anatomy... Maybe this is what makes humans there different from the ones on Azeroth? When he catches himself staring distantly at the table Harrowheart realizes this is possibly the most in-depth he's considered any one remark in a very long time.

Thank the Light for Viatorus and his sweet little voice. Harrow turns with eyebrows raised to listen and quickly finds himself smiling again. His hands busy themselves with undoing an unseen locking mechanism on his gauntlets that kept his hands anchored in place. When one of them is free it floats over and pats Viatorus on the knee.

"I'm just glad you liked it all," he says with a mannerly nod. "I wanted to ask, but didn't wanna mention it around Runa. I feel rude now, not gettin' her anything. I thought about it? But I didn't know what she was like. I didn't wanna get the wrong thing and offend her."

Then he leans in closer to Viatorus and whispers conspiratorially, "So, did you wind up sneakin' by her place to pay her a secret visit? Or did your folks get to y'all first?"