#rivervale_lodge

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During the meal, while Dagmar is with her dad, Jaymes and she talk...sort of. If only we had fuller translations of what they were saying that non trolls could understand? Well, let's see what would be said if they spoke regularly instead of stoic?

Jaymes gives a sympathetic shrug and grunt

(Translation: Tove means well)

A shrug back, and she sets the plate in front of him.

(T: It's fine, Dag knows.)

"thanks" He says simply, but he looks over her then to the earlier location of the battle, then glances back, nodding again.

(T: You handled that situation very well. Kept your cool)

A grunt, a tug at the corner of her mouth.

(T: Thank you. I am glad you approve.)

He bites into the food prepared, then chews, swallows, and sniffs twice.

(T: You should try this. It is particularly savory)

Her jaw sticks out a bit, eyebrows lifted.

(T: Ah, yes. Sally Mae's potatoes.)

A glance to her side, slight jaw lift.

(T: Could you please pass the butter this way. I enjoy this, but will like it more with just a bit more butter)

She passes the butter.

(T: You're welcome, beloved father.)

twitch of the lip , chin barely moves but ever so slightly down then up again

(T: Thank you, dearest daughter. I enjoy your company)

She eats her own potatoes.

(T: And I yours. What a satisfactory event this is!)

Slight twitch of a finger on the right hand

(T: Indeed, notice how happy everyone seems to be now? Very much like a rainbow after a tempest)

A glance at Gerd.

(T: Indeed. What a relief.)

Similar glance, brows knit and unknit

(T: I also, was worried. I think she will be better now. She seems to have had a cleansing of sorts, but it was harrowing)

A soft sigh.

(T: I, too, hope she is better. She's been unhappy.)

grunt.

(T: I noticed this. It was increasingly so it seemed)

A nod.

(T: Twelve is hard. But she has people.)

an easing of the shoulders

(T: Yes. She has support. Friends and family will take care of her)

a flick of a lip

(T: I worried about Connor, but he is a sweet kid in his way)

She rubs her nose with the back of her hand.

(T: He's grown on me.)

Shrug , lip twitch, chew

(T: Still worry he thinks of himself as a dog not a person)

Mouth pulls to the side, a brief squint.

(T: Yeah. That's the part that disconcerts me. It doesn't seem healthy.)

Slightly more firm utensil use

(T: Exactly! It's why I tend to discourage him from acting like a dog too often)

Pushing potatoes around.

(T: I don't want to be mean. But it does make me uncomfortable, too.)

mmmm

(T: Well, if need be, you let me be the heavy. Good cop bad cop...with me the bad cop. I think Gerd's obvious love for him will help. She's definitely claimed sisterhood. Good for both of them)