Stavanger Bay the drink of the Gods

"Ahoy lassy!" The white maned barbarian greeted with a smile to the other, uncaring for the standard greeting most would give. She honestly doesn't give two flying fucks on 'formalities,' or being polite, only does her own 'sup' before going forward only continued onward in the conversation, "well ya see," she started, "got this fine buzz, called rum." Norsamu didn't know what the world 'alcoholic' was, as the world was limited to their standard fruits and live feasts, but she felt a somewhat 'buzz' whenever the drink was consumed. It gave her an ungodly amount of happiness, but at the same time she felt rushed, and needed to do what was seen. A good drink.

"Delicious, but mine dryed!" She gestured her black and white paw to the dead leaves, and extremely dried up fruit. They were the size of her claw as the bits have been left for quite some time, "an event tah' look forward once spring hits."