Even though Ber hadn't mentioned about the markings on Fiske's face, everyone else's was enough for her own amusement, almost snorting milk through her nose when they mentioned about being tattoo'd on his face, there was something far too hilarious about that for Ber to contain herself. Taking a deep breath she tried to stop herself, but ended up giggling like a little girl anyway. After a few minutes or so, she finally managed to calm herself down.<br/>"Hey Fiske, tattoos sounds like a more... permanent solution" Ber added, ending up in another fit of giggles. There wasn't really ever a dull moment around the crew, and that's what she loved. The amount of energy just helped the whole atmosphere feel so much better. Of course it wasn't perfect and it was hard work, but she couldn't help but love them all... even when they annoyed her to no end.<br/>Calming her giggling once more, it seemed safe to finish up her milk... in hopes that no more milk snorts would pounce upon her. Even though it was lunchtime, there was still many more hours in the day for her to get things done. The one thing Ber didn't like doing was ending a day without having finished or achieved what she had aimed to do for that day.<br/>When she heard the captain and commander talking about drunk sparring and being drunk by 8 she just mentally shook her head in disbelief, would being that reckless even help their fighting abilities? Keeping her thoughts to herself, she just enjoyed watching the rest of the lunch break unfold, every so often, glancing over to the other table to where Kole and Johan were sat. They always seemed so quiet unlike the table she sat on which was always full of joy, laughter and buzzing energy.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Johan looked over at Kole, the words taking a little longer to process simply because of how tired he was, definitely not up to his normal standards, even the noise from the other table was beginning to ache his sleepy head. He would need to get some sleep soon. Then he realized what he'd asked in regards to food.<br/>"Oh, sorry,well... I always look forward to what concoction you manage to come up with, but I think my favourite had to be the one from a while back, it was the bláber butter and skreið dish... I think that would be my favourite so far" Johan replied, recalling how nice the blueberry butter went with the soft flaky stock-fish. Johan wasn't sure how Kole managed it, but he took things that he'd never think would work, and make some kind of amazing concoction. There wasn't much food Johan didn't like, but occasionally it happened. The one thing he particularly hated was the Hazelnut Elk he'd made a few months back. Thankfully that hadn't reappeared on the menu since.