He shouts, peering out of the kitchen area.

“Elevenses is ready! Come, before the food gets cold!”

You exit your room, and see your father standing proudly infront of a meal he’s prepared.

“Thought I’d try to recreate a dwarf-meal. I was fed it during my travels, come, have a taste! It’s not authentic dwarven food, but it’s as close as I could get it.”

your father takes a seat and begins digging into the food. He seems to respect dwarves a lot, often speaking of them and their travels.