Viggo loves cooking.

This was something that immediately came clear upon his recovery. Every time he could, Viggo would cook you breakfast, lunch and dinner. Native, foreign dishes—he knew them all. He even tried to cook Maurader a fancy dish using fish, but.. well, the Skrill only ate raw things.

Since the two of you lived away from civilization, getting ingredients was a matter of gathering and hunting, depending on seasons and storage. Drying herbs, freezing meat—you had your ways to stay stocked and Viggo left once a month to buy whatever couldn't be found here.

He came back once, sulking like a toddler because his usual trader didn't have specific foreign herbs found only deeply south of the Archipelago, those that he loved using in his savory dishes: Snafflefang Breath. The spice and slight bitterness mixed perfectly with just about anything! Cooked properly, it brings out a paprika-pepper like aftertaste.

The trader stated that his ship was ambushed in the dead of night, the attackers concealed by a thick fog, causing great loss as his ship was unsalvagable. It'd be months until he could make up for the loss and even attempt getting those herbs.

As Snoggletog drew closer, you got the idea of trying to find Snafflefang Breath, travelling to where the trader said his ship had been attacked. To your luck, you found the wreck. Things were destroyed, some water had started entering the bottom as you explored under deck, looking for hours in every single drawer, box or container for these herbs.

Snoggletog came around.

The two of you were in the livingroom of the little house. Maurader rested next to the couch Viggo sat on, sleeping quietly. Viggo lit a candle and put it on the wooden table in front of him, looking up only when you held a gift out for him.

"A..for me?" His eyes briefly met yours before carefully taking the little gift. "You didn't have to.." he murmured, looking up once more as if asking for permission to actually open it before doing so. The gift was opened and as the lid lifted, Viggo completely froze in his seat. The Skrill lifted his head, taking a peek inside. "I-..is that—?" Viggo gave the herbs a smell, then put them down again and closed the lid. "How did you—?" Struggling for words, he put the herbs down and rose to his feet.

Suddenly, his broad arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug.