I'll just be over here...

Wynter raised a brow at the boy's response that it wasn't a mess yet since no one had thrown a punch yet and all she could really do was grin and shake her head in response. She could see plenty of the boys–and maybe even some of the girls–in her family giving the same kind of response though so she wasn't all that surprised. He introduced himself with an extremely interesting name that made her tip her head slightly with intrigue. "Hallvarðr..." she repeated back to him slowly and carefully, memorizing the feel of it. It was such a different kind of name than she was used to, but she did like it quite a bit. "It's nice to meet you, Hal," she added with a chuckle. As much as she liked his full name the nickname was admittedly much easier to say.

He agreed to join her to see what the food assortment had to offer so she led the way to go do just that. The spread was pretty impressive, though certainly not so grandiose that she wouldn't know where to begin. A good portion of the display was filled with bottles of what she assumed were wines since she knew The Hallows was famous for that sort of thing. Next to those were pitchers of what looked like juices and water so there was plenty to drink outside of the alcohol. The rest of the long table was laden with roast meats and fish, a smaller section of pastries and sweets, and then a station that looked like sliced raw meats that could be either eaten as is or put on the end of a long, sharp stick that was displayed in a barrel beside the table to roast over the campfire. "Whoever put all this together really knows what they're doing," she commented while looking up and down the table while she tried to decide what she wanted to try first.

"Wynter Fatalis"