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'Swooping Evil' is no worse than Night Fury or Terrible Terror. [He scritches his fingers gently down Sharpshot's spine again; the little dragon stretches luxuriously and curls up happy.] Hopefully they both were okay at the end of it, though. I think I would have heard about it if poor Aziraphale had gotten his brains eaten. [A quiet laugh.]

See? Sometimes a tea isn't supposed to taste good. Making tea that is supposed to taste good has been a learning curve!

Terrible Terror is a hilarious name for... well... [Never underestimate a creature, but he still finds quite a bit of amusement from the name. He could understand the naming put into Swooping Evil and Night Fury at least.] Oh, no. She knows better. Most of the time. I think had he felt he were in danger, it might be a different matter. Aziraphale isn't a man whom I would find intimidating on first glance. [Newt is one to talk.]

Many teas have medicinal attributes to them! [Newt laughs softly.] It's fine though. You can make a good pot of tea now. Though, you should have seen the face that Theseus had made when he drank some. I forgot to clean the pot and brew another pot at some point.

You've never seen them in a flock! [He laughs, unable to help himself. Terrors certainly don't live up to their name when you just see the one.] At least it turned out okay. It's lucky, isn't it? That they both got found by decent people- friends. Percy was the one who had Sharpshot. If someone else had gotten him...

[He has to stifle another laugh.] That's comforting to hear, that my tea nearly poisoned your brother. Glad to know I've gotten better at it now.

Not poisoned, but I don't think it agreed with his palette at all. And neither of us exactly have a taste for coffee. [He would usually take bad tea over coffee.

Hiccup's first few brews though...]

You make a smashing cup now though.

One of these days I'll make you both yaknog and you can see how bad my drink-making could be. [It's funny that back home he's actually a fairly decent cook, at least compared to his mother and Astrid. Making tea was just a whole new thing to learn, though.]

Practice makes perfect, huh? I'll add that to my list of new skills I learned here.

You know this isn't a challenge to make the most awful drink you can deliver to us, Hiccup. [He isn't sure what yaknog could be. He's thinking something made with a yak but something like eggnog.

That...doesn't sound all that appealing. Not that Newt won't at least try it. He's an adventurous type.] Now if you could remember to bathe more often... [Smelly.]

I'm just saying. You'd never talk about how bad my tea was ever again. [Newt has the right idea. It's curdled yak milk. It's horrific and Hiccup can't keep it down even though Astrid insists on making it for every Snoggletog.

He laughs, leaning playfully into his space and flinging an arm around him.] I'll have you know, I'm the cleanest viking on Berk. [It's possibly for the best that Newt will never meet his family.]

People have most definitely insulted British cuisine before, but you certainly make me question what exactly you guys eat on a daily basis sometimes. [Because some of it sounds like the opposite of appetizing.

Newt laughs though.] That does not help your case at all!

Oh, you know. Whatever will grow on a lump of rock in the middle of nowhere, twelve days south of freezing to death. And a lot of fish. We're not picky. [Generally speaking on Berk, you eat what's served or your starve. And what's served is very often simple vegetables, hunted meat or fish, and lots and lots of dairy products.

He laughs too, very much in Newt's space now, half draped over his back and resting his chin on his shoulder.] Sure it does! It's better than taking a bath once a year when spring comes around.

Saying something like that is possibly one of the reasons I can appreciate city life. [And Newt knew how to rough it and all given his time traveling. There was just something pleasant about the comforts of eating at an establishment.]

Hiccup, I would refuse to let you anywhere close to me if you only bathed once a year. [Even Newt had limits to how long someone can be unwashed.]

It's not all bad. You learn to like smoked mackerel. [His tone makes it hard to tell if he's telling a dry joke or if he's serious. Maybe a little of both.

That gets a laugh out of him.] It's probably a good thing you can't meet my family.

Well, there are plenty of things that I am fond of that I think isn't quite so popular. I haven't had a nice black pudding in awhile. [British food have the most misleading names.]

They'd have to properly bathe for that to happen.

I don't know what that is and I'm not sure I want to. Why is it black? [Pudding is dessert, right? Why are you so British.]

Exactly. That's never going to happen.

It isn't black, really. It's probably more to differentiate it from a blood sausage, but they're essentially very similar if I'm honest. [It's not probably the kind of pudding that Hiccup is thinking.] They aren't my favorite thing, but I wouldn't say no to it either.

I can't understand why they wouldn't want to. A nice bath is very enjoyable, especially after a long day.

Ah. Blood sausage. Delicious. [His dry tone says that it does not sound delicious at all.] How does that make it a pudding? Some of your slang words are so strange.

You don't understand Viking culture at all. We don't so much do 'relaxation. [A laugh.]

You really have no place to talk. Besides, you haven't tried it before to knock it. [It's probably an acquired taste though.] Possibly because blood can congeal, but it's likely that pudding originated from a different language which had a meaning similar to its name.

I believe that you have tried to make me relax more than I've let myself, Hiccup.

Is that a jab at fine viking cuisine? You'll change your mind when I make you Heather's famous Berserker Island yak chops. [He can't help but laugh when Newt actually gives him an answer for why the slang word is so strange, though. That's... Newt in a nutshell. A serious answer to something joking or rhetorical.]

That's because I'm not the typical viking. Also you work yourself too hard sometimes.

I believe you'll be hard pressed to find yaks here though, Hiccup. [Are there even Aefenglom counterparts around them? Newt laughs a bit himself though.]

I work as much as I've worked before. I fail to see the issue with it. [Spoken like a true workaholic.]

Just you watch. I will find a yak somewhere. [No, it's not likely. Aefenglom doesn't actually have a ton of livestock in general, which is bizarre to him.]

That doesn't mean you can't relax sometimes! Take a load off. Besides, it's nice when we get to just hang out like this. This is relaxing. [Right now anyway. Maybe not earlier, but now.]

Taking care of the creatures is relaxing for me. [This is probably no surprise to Hiccup to hear.] You are right though. This is nice. Thank you.

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