[Ivar's passing by in his wheelchair when he gets waved down by a rather enthusiastic looking bald man. He approaches the stand with curiosity, looking down at the boiling ingredients. Truth be told, they don't look like much after seeing the more colorful foods that have been dotting the feast. But for once, Ivar is tactful enough not to mention that.]
What is oden?
[He sniffs tentatively. It all smells good enough.]
I
What is oden?
[He sniffs tentatively. It all smells good enough.]