With mixed feelings Skorageirr sees Anya taking on her duties upon returning to the Boar. Drat! It would be much nicer to have her on his side all the time instead of seeing such a gorgeous woman slaving away. He only hopes that her indication of "later" did not mean too much later.

Watching the ongoings in the room from his lonely seat it occurs to him that one of those newcomers appears somehow interested in Amalasuntha. That might just be an opportunity to be seized. He gets up and enters the kitchen, unnoticed by the chef and her suitor. Yes, Anya is right there on her own, scrubbing a huge kettle, her face flushed from her task and from the heat in the room. Now he is not entirely keen on dealing with womanly tasks but he would do about everything to spend more time with her.

He grins at her coyly and puts his arm around her narrow waist. "Sure you would not mind if I lend you a helping hand?"