[ Oh, Goddess, if this birthday blows up over tents, he's quitting and moving to Solvunn for real.
He rolls his eyes heavenward for a long moment, possibly praying for patience, or asking the gods why he must deal with this (even if he knows the answer to that, and yet still doesn't deserve either of them, as much as they exasperated him).
Patting the horse's flank as he leaves it to cool down (as much as is possible in this temperature), he heads directly for the pile of a tent on the sands. ]
I have a better suggestion. Claude, why don't you put those pretty muscles of yours to unloading the wagon - don't give me that look, I know you have them, I've seen them and more on many occasions. Hilda can continue to deal with the food. And I can make sure we have a tent that won't collapse on us at the first hint of breeze.
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He rolls his eyes heavenward for a long moment, possibly praying for patience, or asking the gods why he must deal with this (even if he knows the answer to that, and yet still doesn't deserve either of them, as much as they exasperated him).
Patting the horse's flank as he leaves it to cool down (as much as is possible in this temperature), he heads directly for the pile of a tent on the sands. ]
I have a better suggestion. Claude, why don't you put those pretty muscles of yours to unloading the wagon - don't give me that look, I know you have them, I've seen them and more on many occasions. Hilda can continue to deal with the food. And I can make sure we have a tent that won't collapse on us at the first hint of breeze.