Lagertha would be correct in her thoughts..though Aithne would be as well. Being driven to the point of resorting to those options would speak volumes for one of her position.

"It is much like Midgard in many way. We eat, we sleep, and we.." A chuckle as she settled properly in her seat. Interrupted by one of the cooks.

"Why one of the harpies demanding her feeding. What will I do with you?"

"Oh you do wound me, Aiyath. And I even have a new arrival" A tilt of her head to indicate Lagertha. Her smile widens at the woman's words though. "A bit of something to break our fast, you know I shall bring you something for the the larder."

Turning to her companion.

"That is an option if you wish. As you can see this is not much different from what you have known."

And one reason why she brought her to one of her favorite places to be. Not all that found themselves in the Hall were warriors. And warriors could not exist upon their own.

A flagon set on the table. 'For your wait and your breakfast, do don't drink it all at one go.'

"Is that what you wish? To tend the fields?" Pouring her a cup before her own.