Wish You Were Beer

Zo snorted. "Most problems can be solved with blowin' off steam. Fer me that happens to be havin' a good time, and a good time is often a lad in one arm, and a lass in the other." At her question, the big man decided that then was the time to stuff his face, and did so with gusto. He always had a ravenous appetite, and could eat enough for a company of men. It wasn't like he wanted to tell her that she had issues, they both knew she had issues, but he was reluctant to go picking at her. After all, she had reasons for her issues, and it wasn't right to make her feel like she was strange for reacting the way she was. Granted, her pent up emotions and general hatred of all things fun was going to bite her in the ass, but Zo preferred to be the man she sought out when she wanted company. If he started poking at her faults, she'd avoid him for sure. 

He barked a laugh, thankfully having swallowed a mouthful of food and leaned back. 

"Now now, stories are meant to be told in detail. I cannae jess tell a story widdout tellin it true."  

Carefully he leaned forward and helped Cel gather her hair so she could wind the tie around it. He was sure she had a way to do this by herself, but he couldn't help but help her. He'd always put her hair up for her when she was younger. "Please, lass. It's jess me bein' personable. It helps they find me attractive. Y'might have blinders on, an' refuse to see it that way, but apparently I'm a looker." 

He chuckled and dug back into his food when her hair was secured.