Kiran, who was also shocked at the sheer volume of the Princess' cooking skills, nodded, somewhat in agreement to the statements Fjorm was rattling off. "Well, yes, but- Well, it's just- I-" Every time he spoke, she cut him off, and he decided to just shut up until she was finished. When she had, he replied, "Well, no. No I can't argue some of those statements. However, may I add, it was mostly the Heroes I summoned that were doing the saving and defending. Quenching the Flame, finding the Dragon... Those were purely me. The rest was Breidablik." He raised the weapon, which glowed in Fjorm's presence, recognizing the life force that allowed it to quench Surtr's Eternal Flame.<br/><br/>“I think defeating Surtr drained all the energy you put into it, though. Hasn’t worked the same since.” He grinned a little, inspecting the weapon itself. It was beginning to get cold, trying to reignite the Icy ‘flame’ within by harnessing Fjorm’s radiant energy. “So, Fjorm,” asked Kiran, “What makes you do into me, anyway? I personally don’t understand it. Don’t get me wrong, I like it, and I feel the same way. I just want to know why<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(222, 222, 222)"><i>you</i> like <i>me</i>.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(222, 222, 222)">It was then that he realized that her dress was slipping. He held his hand up to cover her cleavage and whispered to Haru, “What kinda Chaperone lets a poor girl suffer this kind of embarrassme-“ He then saw the practically crazed look on his face, and realized how roaring drunk the other two were. He sighed, shaking his head. He wasn’t close to being drunk yet, as he wasn’t used to drinking during his meals, which were usually bone-dry. That, and he nearly spat out his first sip of the wine, thinking it almost tasted like alcohol-laced blood (Which, by the way, he knew the taste of; April Fools prank, too long to explain).</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(222, 222, 222)">When the other two hadn’t been looking, he dumped a little at a time into the fern next to him. When the glass was empty, he was sure the poor greenery was more drunk than either of his companions. </span>At this point, he saw the sparkling Wine. He stood, walked over to it, opened the bottle as he had seen so many do it before, loading the cork into Bredablik just in case, and filled his glass to the brim. After a few glasses of this surely Arcane drink he’d discovered, he heard the request that Haru had made. He kinda wanted to stop him... but he also wanted to see more of those beautifully pale, almost icy twin orbs on her chest.<br/><br/>And he certainly wasn’t disappointed.