Steven
Tiny Vik
I don't know anymore

Vik couldn't help but laugh, almost causing the broth to explode through his mentioned nose.

"You know I've never actually had a running nose, so I couldn't say. But don't worry Maren, I only keep it on in public, I remove it all the time in my Funland."
Stephen
Maren Tockett
Witherlands somewhere ocean yes

Maren cocked her head. "Funland? Where's that?" She asked inquisitively, watching Vik while eating happily

"I'd like to go to a place called Funland..." She smiled slightly at him. "I guess it's fun then?"
Steven
Tiny Vik
Not in his Funland so that's depressing.

Tiny Vik would have squealed if it weren't for the mouthful of stew he was currently swallowing.

"My Funland is a magical place, hidden in a swamp somewhere in Terresol, it's where all the little Vik followers go to play and make merry. There are games, food, safety, and the biggest bonfire you've ever seen burning day and night."

It wasn't fully what he wanted it to be. Although construction had only recently begun, Vik had hopes to build some combination of holy site and vacation spot, a carnival of church if you will.
Stephen
Maren Tockett
Ffffff

Maren's eyes sparkled and wandered as she thought of the magical Funland he spoke of. A big warm bonfire... Food and *Games*! She couldn't think of a single game she'd ever played. She inched forward on her stone and listened to him.

"Vik, can I live with you in Funland?" She asked quietly, taking another bite of food. She smiled lightly, watching him eat and talk about his Funland. Her pink fingers warmed against the bowl.

"Maybe not... It's so far away. But I'll make it there someday!"