"Oh, I might technically be dead, but I have a body and it gets hungry," Magnus says. He actually hasn't thought about that, before -- all einherjar eat, just like all gods eat. "I like a lot of things. Falafel, lamb, goat, falafel, Saehrimnir, falafel..." He smiles. "I doubt you'd like falafel, though; it's all plants."
As Mothwing starts to harvest moss, Magnus sits down, spreading his fingers through one of the patches and encouraging it to grow back, fluffier and softer than before, so that they can both benefit.
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As Mothwing starts to harvest moss, Magnus sits down, spreading his fingers through one of the patches and encouraging it to grow back, fluffier and softer than before, so that they can both benefit.