The shieldmaiden arched a knowing eyebrow over a smirk at the interrupted sentence, focusing on the cook with a grin at the banter.

"It seems to be very much what I am used to," she said with a confident nod. It was good to see the help and good to see the comradary between the protectors and the caretakers. It spoke to the goodness of the place and the people.

Lagertha took her poured cup and smiled. "Not all of what I wish but farming is a good life. Are there raids in Valhalla? Are there riches to be won and fame to be made? Or have all that gotten here already done that?"