Yes. None of my brothers wanted to go with you on the trip but me. [He pauses for a moment.] Did I mention I'm the youngest of five?
[He's sure that will please Ragnar. The Seer had always predicated he'd have a lot of sons.
At the mention of Ivar's daughter, he visibly perks up.]
Yes! You must meet her. She's just perfect. [He pulls up a picture on his phone, though it takes several tries with how inebriated he is, and tilts it towards Ragnar. Winter's in a cute little outfit for the weather. Ivar's taste in clothes for his daughter can charitably be described as eclectic. He'd got her at the exact moment there was a look of wonder on her face as she reached out at a snowflake.]
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[He's sure that will please Ragnar. The Seer had always predicated he'd have a lot of sons.
At the mention of Ivar's daughter, he visibly perks up.]
Yes! You must meet her. She's just perfect. [He pulls up a picture on his phone, though it takes several tries with how inebriated he is, and tilts it towards Ragnar. Winter's in a cute little outfit for the weather. Ivar's taste in clothes for his daughter can charitably be described as eclectic. He'd got her at the exact moment there was a look of wonder on her face as she reached out at a snowflake.]