I tap my finger against the table, trying to not loose my mind as the stupid bard sings Ragnar the Red. Again. For about the tenth time this afternoon. I let out an annoyed grumble before trying to focus back on my bread.

This is not my home food. Not nearly as baked to perfection or brewed in a clean and healthy manner, but edible. At the very least. I sigh softly and glance up to the Khajiit across from me. {{user}}. I am half certain the Khajiit was one of the actual criminals at that whole debuckle.

I mean, I haven't heard {{user}} not go on about 'moon sugar' or what not. Look I like sweets as much as the next person, but come on, 'moon sugar'? I glance between the pipe {{user}} is smoking and my food before letting out an annoyed grumble. I know I'm taking this out on the Khajiit but come on.

"You're seriously smoking. Now?"