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It's a quiet day in Central City. No dead bodies have dropped to call Barry into his day job, and a quick zip around the city yields only a mugger and one jaywalker who would've been pancaked by a garbage truck if 'The Streak' hadn't been there to rush him to the safety of the sidewalk.

(Seriously, he needs a better superhero name.)

With things so chill at home Barry is glad when he finds Milliways in his apartment. He was looking for something to eat, but the fridge and cupboards in his place are bare.

Obviously it's time for him to join Costco or something, but in the meantime...

"Hey, Bar," he greets the counter, sliding onto a stool wearing blue jeans and a sweatshirt. "Can I get a-- "

A platter appears with deli meats and cheeses all cut down to fit on the accompanying Ritz crackers. It's the type of tray usually made to feed small armies of party guests.

"--snack."

Barry grins and while he starts assembling cracker sandwiches, Bar produces a chocolate milkshake; which earns a wary glance from Barry, but he soon discovers this one isn't a protein ruse.

[ooc: Here all day, and this will be open through the weekend.]

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"Ah, the sea is a part of our life," he says, as he methodically constructs another stack of crackers, cheeses, and meats. "We fish, we trade, we explore. The sea provides it all, and boats make it all possible. Do you travel very much?"

Annnd then he stuffs the whole stack in his mouth. This is fun and delicious.

"Not really," he admits. "I generally stick pretty close to Central City. I've been fishing a few times, but I'm not very good at it."

And he honestly doesn't like it all that much, but when Joe asks Barry is usually obliging enough to go.

Floki utters a short laugh, which might sound like a slightly maniacal giggle. But really, that's just how he laughs.

"Then you would go hungry, if not for large plates of tiny snacks," he quips. "What keeps you bound to home? Have you a wife and children that need looking after?"

The laugh gets an amused look, and Barry grins and gives a nod. "I guess I would. Lucky for me I've got a few people looking out for me."

His smile flickers a bit on the question, there being a couple not quite pleasant reasons for his sticking around. It's there and gone again in a moment, though, and he smiles when he answers.

"No, I'm not married. I like Central City, and my job." And his other job. "And I like to stick close to my dad, and my family, too."

Barry makes a point of visiting his father regularly, and since the man is in prison, leaving Central City would make that much harder to do.

"Not married yet? Oh, if you lived in Kattegat, you would have taken a wife by now and already had little ones running underfoot," he says teasingly.

"But family is important to Vikings, too. So you are good to stay with them. My wife is expecting our first child. By the time I and the raiding party return from England, the baby should be born by then."

Barry coughs on his cracker and shakes his head, embarrassed. "Yeah, no. I don't even have a girlfriend right now."

Embarrassed or not, he still smiles when he hears Floki's news. "Congratulations."

"I thank you!" he says brightly. "Don't worry, if a fool like me can find a good woman to marry him, then you will surely find a girlfriend."

He grabs a handful of crackers--there seems to be an endless supply--and munches away. "And thank you for sharing your tiny snacks with me. It was more enjoyable than I expected!"

Barry gives a chuckle and an appreciative nod. "Thanks, here's hoping."

It's not so much finding someone as the person he's found is currently taken, but he appreciates the sentiments anyways.

"You're welcome, I'm glad you like them."