Keep walking, softgut

The Dragonborn came into the tavern the other day. Had one hell of a good brawl, and shared a drink.

He said I needed a hobby, and while at first, I was gonna lay his hide flat for the comment, he made a suggestion.

He showed me how to play this game called Run-Escape? It sounded like some weak game for the softguts, but then I gave it a try.

Hey there! What a good question...

You know lavender grows all around the fields of Skyrim and it's a good aromatic. Great in baked goods.

Other than that, I enjoy garlic, salt and butter. Loads of butter. Really can't get enough of it.

If you're struggling to get a recipe right, throw some more butter in it! Can never have enough.

Warm. Too warm frankly, for all us sheildmaidens. I've seen too many inexperienced fighters turn themselves into a cookpot in all their platemail when the sun draws high mid-Sun's Height...

It can be a pretty sight despite how dreary the snow can be. It's a harsh, cold land all year in the Northern parts of the province, but I do love it as a true Nord should!

I can't lie though, that when the fields of red and blue bloom in the warmer months, fields of them, it stuns me sometimes.

Of course I've had beef! It's a hearty good protein found all over Skyrim! I'm partial to venison, but it's hard to beat a good cut of beef, or a nice, hearty stew with all those big chunks of beef in it...

Yes. Just got back from a hunting trip out there. That'd be why it took me so long to get back to you.

It's warmer, green, not like Skyrim. I won't lie, it's got an appeal to it. Happy to return to my homeland though. The imperials are a strange people.

Are you lost? I ain't your mother, milk drinker.

I mean, I'll fight ya if that's what you want, but you better swing hard because I'm not gonna stop if you start crying.

Date/fight in a tavern? (this is you we are talking about, it’s pretty synonymous)

Marry?

Kill?

Farkas? Vilkas? You mean those two bulls in the Companions' meadhall?

Bah, I suppose I'd fight them if they weren't such cowards. Farkas seems like a good fighting partner, if he weren't such a blind follower!

Vilkas though... Vilkas is one of the biggest cowards there is. Thinks me too hot-headed and then won't fight me himself! I think he's scared.

As for marrying, why would I go and do a stupid thing like that? Getting tied down to an oaf who won't follow the thrill of battle properly. Nah, those two boys aren't my type.

Tangy, salty, and with a hint of sweat.

Trans people aren't any different from any other folk, other than they had to fight to be there.

Simple! This is a recipe my mother taught me in Whiterun.

You'll bake your potato over a fire, I like to use a rack, just enough to soften em up.

When they're done, cut them in half and scoop out the insides, just like a salmon. Only keep the insides, you need those.

I mix mine with a little butter and lavender, it grows wild outside the city walls, if you're looking. Once mixed, put em back in their shells.

Cook them on the fire a bit more, add a little eider cheese, and there you go.

Delicious twice-baked potato.