Torn watched the exchange between Keira and Angela while eating, his appetite too great for him to say anything coherent once he got a taste of Angela’s cooking. At some point in his ravenous feast he said “wiff iff dewifuff” with his mouth full, but beyond that he was unable to speak before having wolfed down two slices of bread, a large chunk of omelette, ten slices of bacon, and two whole vegetables - in and of itself quite a feat for a man who was of no more than average size, especially since he did it all in less than two minutes. Torn was loading up on sourcream pancakes and jam when he finally found time to speak up again. “Well, Keira and I thought a lot about girl’s names, for obvious reasons. However, I was hoping against hope there’d be a boy, so I gave a lot of thought to it.” He shovelled down a pancake with blueberry jam whole before he spoke again. “Keira and I agreed that if it against all odds turned out to be one of each, we’d call them Kite and Tempest. So I suppose that’s what they’ll be named!” he said, face beaming with joy - partly of the news that he’d have both a son and a daughter, and partly because the meal was so tasty.

A few minutes later, Torn had partaken in every type of food laid out on the table, and was finally full - having eaten at least four pounds of food. He sighed contently, leaning back in his chair. “Angela, mother of the Earth, queen of mothers and of birth, I find it a wonder that your kin are not wider of girth. For I sat at your table and found myself able to eat like a horse while afraid and unstable - I’d call you an angel if you were not a god, to feed me and cure me of ailments so odd. So should you need men like me in your ranks, let me offer you service, in lieu of proper thanks.” Torn closed his eyes and smiled, before his eyes shot wide open again as he realised his little thank-you speech spontaneously turned into a short poem. He then groaned audibly. “That said… It’ll take some time before I get full control of this, won’t it?”

Angela cocked an eyebrow at Torn while he spoke with his mouth full. If he hadn’t been an adult she would have slapped the food out of his mouth but she noticed how it made Keira laugh, and truthfully that was all that really mattered. “Do not even think about it.” Angela sniped Iva’s ambitions before it could even start. 

Nodding the goddess smiled. “I do believe like I said that it has a lot to do with her lycan blood. You two are in quite the trouble if they are able to turn whenever they want.” Keira looked proud as Torn announced the babies names, and honestly it was one more thing off their plate of things to decide. “Beautiful names full of poetry, I’m sure that had a lot to do with it.” Angela gave a smile  to the soon to be parents.

“He speaks funny Mama,” Iva said it bluntly after Torn got done.

“Well, I suppose he did speak a little funny just now but we don’t make fun of people now do we?” She poked Iva’s side and the five year old let out a giggle. “I do believe it will take some time to get the muse’s power under control. I would recommend drinking the potions I brew until you know you handle it without them. I’ll supply them for favors here or there. Nothing is free after the first taste.”

Torn nodded as Angela explained how she expected compensation for her help. “That’s fair. I wouldn’t want charity, anyway.” It was sincere - Torn didn’t like feeling like he was in someone’s debt, and besides, he had a feeling that whatever favours a goddess might require of him would surely lead to fame of some sort. “As for now, I have a feeling it may be time to return to Arri, before you sister throws a fit,” Torn said to Angela with a smile. He then walked over to Keira, just in case she wanted help. “What do you say, Keira?”