A bowl of chunky soup awaits Percy with one of the fancy bread rolls from the pastry shop in the City, all set up on the large kitchen table while Fjord washes up at the sink. He glances around at the sound of his guest's voice, hitching a welcoming smile into place as best he can.

"It's no trouble, you need the help. Do you want a beer or something else?"

Something like the fire whiskey bottle he slides out from behind a toaster where it was hidden. Sneaky.