mary ate a little lamb

Tyrian had picked the barn for several reasons. The first was that he was very pleased with it. The second was that under the right circumstances it had a certain ambience he wished to take advantage of. The lanterns Tashi had up because he and his primate buddies couldn't see well in the dark were largely useless to the many canines who came and went, but they gave the dusty structure a gentle glow that softened its otherwise stark features. Pair that with a setting sun and all Tyrian had to do to make this meal a Dinner was provide the food. That part had been easy in the acquisition but difficult in the decision making. The young King had had choices aplenty and all within easy acquiring distance which had made the choosing itself difficult. All he could hope was that he'd done well in that regard.

He followed along at Lachlan's hip with the smallest of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach as he waited for a reaction. Tyrian had no idea what he was doing. He'd grown up with a blunt father unwilling to censor anything so he had gobs of crude knowledge and euphemisms for what he and Lachlan had done on the beach, but he had nothing in the way of romance. It left him feeling a bit naked in an unprepared sort of way. Though it would undoubtedly be a bit of a knock to his dignity Tyrian decided that after this he would seek out a more knowledgeable someone who might be willing to give him advice on the finer points of...whatever this was. He was hesitant to considering it dating since they'd only shared a drunken night together and then serendipitously met again, but he rather liked the idea of getting to the point of being able to say he was dating someone.

"I save the best for bear fighters," he said with a smirk. "Is this bear?" Tyrian's smirk widened into a grin and he nodded. "I thought you might appreciate that. Not quite the hair of the bear that clawed you, but it seemed fitting," he added, mixing colloquialisms all the while knowing that if it was needed, the actual hair of the dog was close by. Jupiter was a notoriously scattered hoarder and there was a small store of goods tucked away in the rafter that Tyrian suspected his nephew had forgotten.

He settled down beside Lachlan and then began to identify the spread. "We have bear, of course, and lamb," There was a soft shuffling in one of the stalls behind them that Tyrian pointedly ignored. Inwardly he hoped the lamb would settle back down and go to sleep, and let the wolves have their dinner in peace. It's not time to be fed, he said to himself, willing the lamb to remember that. "And I pulled some venison and pork from the cellar in case you wanted to try them. It's been a good year for us."