mary ate a little lamb

Tyrian's gaze went to Tashi for confirmation. The langur, to his credit, had taken his sweet time and now was slowly and carefully winding up his unused bandages with the air of a man who knew he deserved a thanks. "Yes, he's ready for round two." At this Tyrian nodded his satisfaction. ""Good, then we can get going. Thanks, Tashi. I owe you one." The langur hummed and shrugged. "I'll add it to the pile." In truth neither was keeping tabs on who owed what anymore. At some point their relationship had shifted from hired help to friend.

To Lachlan, Tyrian said, "It is." With a grin he swept into an exaggerated bow and then motioned in the direction he wished Lachlan to take. "If you'll follow me, it's this way." Hopefully this went well. This was entirely new for Tyrian, but he thought that if he could successfully wing being a big serious alpha he could pretend he had his shit together enough for a suave dinner date. "I thought you might like to see the project I'm working on."

Tyrian didn't explain further as he led Lachlan to the barn. When at last they stood before it's closed doors Tyrian stopped and cast Lachlan a wry look. He'd sunk a lot of man hours into fixing this thing up. Well, Tashi had. It was the sort of project that required thumbs. But he'd planned and supervised which had to count for something. While a touch frail still, the barn was still an impressive engineering feat and Tyrian was proud to call it his. As far as he knew it was the only one of its kind still in existence. Hell, it was one of the only structures still standing if you didn't count the metal ones on some of the islands.

He pushed opened one of the doors and then stepped aside with a flourish so Lachlan could go first. Lanterns unrelated to the dinner hung in front of the stall doors and a few lit the wide open space at the front of the barn. They lit up the otherwise dark space and cast a gentle glow throughout. The interior was still and quiet, and smelled strongly of hay, grain, and the herbs that hung drying along one wall. In the center of the open area Tyrian had laid out a deer skin on which he'd placed the meal. "I wasn't sure what you liked so I got a bit of everything." From the stores he'd pulled cuts of venison, pork and bear. From a lamb butchered this morning he'd stolen a shank and it would be that that made up the bulk of the meal. The rest was for sampling and yes, maybe, showing off a little.