mary ate a little lamb

Tyrian too had just about forgotten the meal. It wasn't until he settled down beside Lachlan that he realized just how much of a failure this dinner was turning out to be. At least some food had been eaten pre-lamb, but it wasn't the romantic atmosphere he had been hoping for. Again he had to remind himself to be at ease. If Lachlan was put out by the turn of events he certainly wasn't showing it and while Tyrian couldn't claim to know him well enough to be able to read him like a book, if those blushes of his were any indicator he wasn't particularly good at hiding his feelings. Which meant, possibly, that Tyrian could take his expression at face value. Pun intended. In turn it meant he needed to fucking relax already. He'd thought it several times, but committing to it was proving hard.

"Quite a few, it's been a good year for us." There were lambs aplenty in the fields and though a few hitches had cost him some newborns, by and large the flock was doing well. He didn't want to count his chickens - or rather his lambs - too early but if they made it to weaning he would have more than enough to pad his flock, butcher and maybe, possibly, sell. If that ended up being the case it would mark Fireside's first lucrative year. Not bad considering he'd only had them for a few short years.

Tyrian turned fully to Lachlan and fixed him with a smirk. Candidly, he began, "This is not quite what I had in mind when I took over dinner, so it seems only fair to give you some options, eh? We can pretend there isn't a monkey in the back room bottle feeding a lamb and continue on with our dinner or I can show you around." His eyes briefly rolled heavenward in thought. "Or both, I suppose. You have the head injury so your wish is my command."