ohhhhh lover boy!

Ah, there's her smile-- fuck, she's pretty. Tate's own grin is relaxed, confident. His gaze flickered across the spread, eyes wide, appreciative. There was abundance, all of the food rich and beautiful. Already, the boy's mouth was borderline watering. Sinking down to settle beside Bramble, he's unafraid to take up space, though Tate hoped it would bring her nearer in the process. Drawing her in-- that's the intent.

Her reaction to the gift makes his heart swell, pride shining in his gaze. "Figured w'should have souvenirs," he winks. Bramble insisted she was fine, but Tate wouldn't conceal the concern where it shines through at the corners of his eyes. He cares, though he can be shit at showing it. As that concern is returned, he gives a gentle wave of his paw. "'s no biggie. My ma's a healer." The Hallows had offered to tend his wounds, they'd shown him more hospitality than he could have asked for. Tate found the castle to be stuffy, damn near stifling, and he couldn't handle it. Between that, not knowing how to interact with Bramble's dad, and the concussion... yeah, he'd needed his mom. Lately, he'd been less and less okay leaving her alone to handle the pups, too. So many of them, and just one of her. Tate worries, and he loves his ma.

Right, the food! He'd been so caught up in Bramble for the moment-- not that he'd admit that. Tate's gaze shone as it turned to the spread of food before them. A light whistle between his teeth, appreciative. Being on the road so much, meals were typically whatever he could hunt or scavenge, sometimes things he could dry or pack. This... this was incredible. Tate ripped excitedly into the bread first, the give and chew of fresh baked goods absolutely unmatched. The smoked lamb as well, he savors, teeth sinking into it with a grin. "'s unreal," he grins, incredulous. A very different sort of meal than the ones he was used to, but one Tate revels in. "I'll make y'th'best fresh seafood dinner 'f yer life if y'promise we do this again when the berries're ready," he speaks between bites. "Minus th'bear," Tate jokes lightly, taking a sip of the peach juice. Holy fuck, they had to get some honey bees.

"Potato"