Chapter 14- Delightful Company
The company was a nervous wreck as they waited outside the gate. Bofur had his head poked around the entrance, watching for any form of signal. After a short while, they heard a loud cough, and Bofur ushered in the first two dwarves. Ori and Dori went ahead, and after five minutes or so, they were followed by two more and then another pair; soon, there were only six of them remaining.
Eryn looked down to admire the purple flowers growing around the gate, only to notice a small brown creature weaving between her legs. She stepped backward, startled until she realized what it was, it was a mouse. Dwalin noticed and lifted his boot to step on it, but Eryn reached out her hand to stop him.
"Wait!" she hollered, the few remaining dwarves looked at her, confused as to her outburst, "It's just a field mouse." and then it did something peculiar; it started to climb up her leg.
Eryn looked, startled now as well. She resisted the urge to shake it off and instead held out her hand. The small field mouse climbed in it with ease, Eryn hadn't known a field mouse to do such a thing, it looked up at her with big round eyes and twitched its little nose. She smiled down at it, adoringly, and Eryn wondered if this was her princess moment; she was wearing a crown after all.
"My heart," She sighed, she always had a soft spot for animals, it was a weakness of hers. Her Grandfather always said the opposite was true as well, animals had a soft spot for her. "I'm going to call you Pringle," Eryn whispered, and Thorin looked at her more confused than the last time she said something ridiculous.
"Eryn, that is a field mouse, throw it away, and let's go in. It is almost time." He commanded, but Eryn wasn't having any of that.
"Absolutely not, this is Beorn's property, I'm not tossing, throwing or touching any animal in or around his home with anything other than adoration." she scoffed, "Besides, he's adorable, look at him." she chimed and slipped the mouse into her jacket pocket.
"You concern me, woman." Thorin sighed, grabbing her arm, it was time for them to enter, and Eryn hadn't even noticed it that only Thorin and herself remained.
Eryn and Thorin were the last ones to enter, and it was magnificent. The land was so lush, it was enchanting. Horses, cattle, dogs, and Bees busily flew about the property; it smelt of wildflowers and honey.
The walls of Beorn's home were tall and reminiscent of a great cabin or hall. They slowly entered, and the room turned to face them, Gandalf was looking somewhat nervous, and the large man standing in the center of the room looked slightly inconvenienced. Eryn swallowed loudly and approached with Thorin, who still had a firm grip on her arm.
"Who is this now?" The giant man grunted, jutting his chin towards them.
"Ah, may I present to you Thorin Oakenshield and Eryn Fey." Gandalf gestured with his hand as they drew closer.
"Finish your tale, Wizard!" Beorn growled, "I've hardly known anyone to call Thirteen dwarves, a hobbit, a Wizard and-" Beorn stopped, his large brown eyes locked on Eryn, and he approached, towering over her like a great beast, "What is this? You're no Dwarf or Hobbit, what are you?" He commanded, looking down at her incredulously. Thorin tried to step in front of her, but she stopped him with a firm hand.
"I'm Eryn Fey, I am a human." She announced.
"Well then, Eryn Fey, human, I see my Bees have taken a liking to you." He nodded towards the hitchhikers she acquired on their walk in, they were tangled in the flowers in her hair. "You have more bees in your hair that I have in my garden."
"It seems so," She gulped, "I quite like them too."
"Do you now?" He narrowed his eyes towards her, then they traveled downward until they rested in her lower abdomen. Eryn flushed, her immediate thought was she left her zipper down, but these pants didn't have a zipper, so she wondered if she had forgotten them all together and this was just like those dreams she had in high school.
"What do you have in your pocket, human?" Beorn demanded,
It wasn't until she felt the movement in her jacket pocket, that she realized what Beorn was talking about.
"Oh!" She exclaimed and reached into her pocket, producing her new friend. "It's just a little field mouse, he's adorable." she held him up for Beorn to see and he met her hand with his, the mouse then ran into his hand and looked up at him.
The two stared at each other for a moment, before he looked at her, "I see you have met my friend, Pip."
"Pip?" She narrowed her eyes, "I didn't know he already had a name," Pip then ran back into her hand and sat there, assuming the shape of a fat, fluffy bun. "You had a name this whole time, and you didn't even introduce yourself? Now I looked like an idiot," Eryn whispered to the mouse.
Beorn threw his head back and laughed, it was a laugh so deep, it shook Eryn's body and possibly the windows. "No little flower, you do not look foolish, a friend to the smallest of my fellow-creatures is a friend to me. Now, Wizard, continue your tale." He demanded and sat on a large bench.
So, Gandalf continued, he told Beorn about the eagles and their rescue, the great flight to the top of the mountain, and their trek to the very moment they stood at his gates.
"A wonderful tale," he said, slapping his oversized hand on his thigh. "You could very well be lying, but the story itself pleased me greatly so that at least earned you a meal. As for you and your kin-" He stood and moved to stand in front of Thorin.
Thorin stood tall, his arms crossed and his eyes locked on the giant before him. Eryn admired his pride. He was the only person she knew who could stand before a man of Beorn's caliber and look even more confident.
"I despise Dwarves, your greed is a poison. But, if you are who you say you are, Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, and your company is respectable, I see no problem with you remaining with the Wizard and your woman." He nodded towards Thorin, who nodded in return, his jaw relaxing, and his eyes shifted to Eryn, who was stuffing the mouse back in her pocket.
Beorn clapped his hands, and the room came alive with animals of all kinds doing a great choreography, setting the table, readying the chairs, even setting out doilies on the tables to add some sophistication as Beorn called it. The dogs lit the grand fireplace and placed the torches they carried in metal stands fixed to the walls.
Eryn watched in disbelief, there was no way this was happening. She had seen Goblins, Stone Giants, Orcs, Eagles the size of small planes, and it was the tap-dancing sheep that really did her in. She felt like she had stepped into a Disney movie.
Soon the dwarves joined in, setting out plates and lighting candles, then they took the great platters of food from the animals and placed them on the table. Bombur and Bilbo took great care to not shovel it all in their mouths before their host announced the feast to begin.
Eryn saw freshly baked bread, scones, cheeses, spreads, fruit vegetables, and various other baked goods that covered the length of the table. She squealed with delight at the food laid out before them. She saw the joy on everyone's faces as they began to take their places at the table, Beorn beamed with pride as he took his seat at the head of the table.
Eryn was also delighted in the fact that she was about to live out one of her most coveted fictitious life goals, to participate in a dinner party with dwarves. She had dreamt about having a feast with dwarves since she was a little girl, and every family holiday Eryn imagined while sitting by herself at "the kid's table," that one day she would be dining with dwarves, and here she was.
"Eryn!" Kili shouted to her from across the table, "Sit with us!" he waved her over with his hands, and Eryn skipped over to the other side of the table, bobbing and weaving around sheep, dwarf, and dog.
She took her place between Kili and Dwalin, next to Kili sat Fili, of course. Across from them sat Thorin, Balin, and Bilbo.
She took great delight in the merriment that followed, even Pip wanted to roam about the table, picking at cheese and fruit at his leisure.
Eryn filled her plate with fresh cut apples and luscious berries, the bread she slathered in butter and honey, and the fresh vegetables she munched on merrily. The scones were lemon, and with the first bite, her tastebuds exploded, this was the most flavorful meal she had eaten since arriving in middle-earth. She took another bite of her bread, topped with cheese and apples, and cried propper tears. Bilbo, while sipping a cup of tea, wept as well.
"Eryn, are you crying again?" Kili asked in disbelief. He reached for his napkin and handed it to her, which she took, slightly embarrassed.
"I'm so happy," Eryn admitted, her voice thick, "I just love food so much." she choked, and Bilbo nodded, understanding the sentiment. Everyone at the table howled with laughter.
"And the girl hasn't even had ale yet!" Bofur yelled, sliding a tankard down to her.
"I'm not much of a beer drinker," Eryn cringed, expecting to be cast out at her honesty.
"Well, tonight you are," Dwalin boomed, and handed her the tankard, clanking his glass against hers.
The room was wild. There was laughter, shouting, and delight on everyone's faces. Even Gandalf was grinning with pleasure, and they all lifted their drinks to one another.
"Wait, don't you say anything before you drink? Like a salute?" She asked, lifting her tankard, "You know, cheers?"
They looked at each other and shook their heads. "No, lass, we usually just shout and then drink," Bofur explained.
"Well, let me teach you one!" Eryn exclaimed as the excitement stretched across her face with a smile. "It's a Russian salute before you drink, you say 'za zdaróvye.'" She enunciated each syllable so they could say it easily, and they learned quickly. Soon they all shouted in unison and crashed their cups together, slinging beer everywhere.
Eryn could by no means keep up with the rate they drank, she couldn't even finish hir first by the time Kili was on his fourth. Each time they all started a new glass, they raised them and shouted their new phrase, though as the night went on, some of them began to lose their skill of enunciating.
"Tell me, Small Flower," Beorn called over the table, drawing all but Bomber's attention, "Who is it that you are joined to?" he asked, looking an uncomfortable Eryn square in the eye.
"Um, excuse me?" She questioned; the ale might have been taking her mind for a spin.
"To which of your companions are you joined? No man would let a woman such as yourself travel unaccompanied," he announced, taking a gulp from his cup. "Perhaps it is the young dwarf you are seated next to?" He said, nodding towards Kili, he flushed and shook his head violently.
"No offense." He muttered.
"None taken," she sighed back to him, "No, I am not married to Kili." Eryn wondered why everyone in Middle Earth was obsessed with spouses.
"Surely not, I would assume you would be joined to someone of more, capable standings." Beorn looked pointedly at Eryn.
"Capable? Compared to what?" Eryn challenged, and her eyes narrowed.
"Perhaps it is the dwarf sitting on your other side, he looks more than capable." He nodded to Dwalin, who choked on his ale, and looked at Eryn through the corner of his eye.
Eryn snorted with laughter, "Oh yes, I find someone who can signal a companion from miles away with only his forehead and the midday sun, quite capable," The table roared with laughter, "No offense, Dwalin." Dwalin, however, muttered something into his tankard, not finding it funny.
"Perhaps the crown on your head speaks to your status, you are a queen then?" Beorn announced looking pointedly towards Thorin, who stopped mid-drink and looked between Beorn and Eryn, he pursed his lips and shook his head.
Eryn tried to stifle the laughter, but could not, the ale was more potent than her will. "No, I have no spouse," she announced, "I'm far too selective to just marry any dwarf I meet on the road." She laughed, taking another sour drink of her ale.
"Then what do you deem worthy in one's character?" He pressed, and Eryn sighed deeply and looked around with heavy eyelids, she was growing tired.
"Respect," Eryn said through a clenched jaw, "To give and be given in return." She hadn't intended to answer so honestly and looked down at the dark amber liquid in her cup. "The next man I intend to marry, I want to at least have some shred of propriety."
"Is that why you have those white lines on your palms and arms, Little Flower?" Beorn asked, and the room grew silent.
Eryn shifted uncomfortably and slipped her hands deep into her sleeves, trying to hide the evidence. How did he know? How could he even see them from so far away? She looked around and saw everyone staring intently at her, their eyes were either on her face or looking for her hands, which she was glad she hid. Her eyes landed on Thorin, who was looking at her through narrowed eyes, she wasn't sure what her eyes said to him, but he understood her discomfort and opened his mouth to say something, but once again, Gandalf beat him to it.
"Master Beorn, where Miss Fey is from, it is most disrespectful to bring up such things and at dinner no less." Gandalf chuckled light-heartedly and looked at Eryn, giving her a nod.
"My apologies Flower, I was unaware. I shall not speak of it in such a manner again at the supper table." He said, lifting his cup and chugging the last of his drink.
"It's not a problem," Eryn said, giving a weak smile, "You didn't know."
"What is it that you would have us do?" Thorin injected, giving Eryn a quick sideways glance, who was thankful for the change in topic. "While we are here, I'm sure we can be of some use."
"Tend to my crops and animals while I am gone, I'm sure some of you have experience tending a field." He looked around, and each dwarf looked at the other, expecting someone to volunteer.
"I can help," Eryn said, raising a sleeve covered hand, "I have experience with farming."
"Very well, Flower, you will see to my land being tended to while I am gone." He said, standing from the table.
"Where will you be going?" Bilbo asked, looking at Gandalf with a touch of worry in his eye.
"I must see if your story is true. If it is, I will aid you in your travels, if not, you will not like the consequences." He nodded, and everyone's eyes grew wide. "If your tale is true, you have nothing to fear." He placed a large hand atop Bilbo's head, and Bilbo flinched away, causing Beorn to boom with laughter.
He walked off into another room, and everyone looked at one other, wondering if they should continue, after a minute, Bombur began eating again, and dinner proceeded with little interruption. The joyful banter returned, but Eryn found it hard to continue her meal with the same joy she started it with.
Eryn felt the heavy eyes on her and decided that she was done with dinner. She looked up and saw Bilbo, staring at her concern hung heavy on his brow, and he pursed his lips, only looking away when he saw her staring back. Maybe she was paranoid, the world didn't revolve around her, and she was sure nobody cared about her and Beorn's conversation, but the eyes that darted away from her when she caught them staring, didn't give her much confidence. So, she thanked their host for the meal and rose, taking a large chunk of bread with her.
Eryn didn't know where she wanted to retreat, and she didn't know the grounds very well, so she decided the front porch would be a sufficient place to sit while her companions continued their meal.
The night air was warmer than expected, but still crisp, as she sat on the edge of the deck, swinging her legs. The laughter inside was dying down, and she thought perhaps they were cleaning up or passed out drunk. Eryn nibbled on her bread slowly, Pip had joined her as well, and she broke off a little bit for him, but he didn't seem interested; instead, he climbed back inside her pocket.
She heard heavy footsteps behind her and turned to see Beorn stepping out onto the deck.
"You shouldn't be out here at this hour," he informed her, and she shrugged.
"I figured you were in there, so I have some time to enjoy the evening air before you went bear-serk." Eryn laughed at her own joke, as it seemed word puns were lost on her audience.
"There are other things that roam these forests," His eyes darted around the grounds, and she felt a chill run down her spine, realizing she didn't know much about the land Beorn resided in. "If the Wizards tale is true, Azog will be watching, as will his foul army." He spat at the creature's name.
"Beorn," Eryn craned her neck upwards to see the giant man, and his large, chocolate brown eyes stared down at her, expectant. "How did you know about the scars on my hands?"
"I know an injured animal when I see one," Beorn crossed his arms, his stair unmoving. "And someone has been very cruel to you."
"I am not an animal." She muttered.
"Ah, but all creatures have these things in common. You bite, and you scratch, it is a basic instinct in all of us. Injured animals especially tend to panic, bearing their fangs when confronted, with help or otherwise," He grinned down at her, and Eryn wanted to smack that smug look off his face. "I have many eyes that see for me, the one you keep in your pocket told me of your misfortune." He nodded towards her, and Eryn looked down at the mouse in her pocket, traitor.
"I'm working on it, alright?" She flung her hands into the air, defeated, "I'm doing my best, to be honest, but there are some scars I don't want to discuss, let alone in front of people who didn't even know they existed in the first place." Eryn's eyes began to prick with threatening tears.
"Scars are to be worn like a badge of honor, Prized Flower, and less like armor to defend ourselves, especially against the things that could help us grow." Eryn looked at the scars on his bare chest, and her eyes grew soft, understanding that he of all people knew what power scars could hold. He held out his enormous hand to her, and she saw even more faint lines cross over his palm and arms.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" She asked, placing her hand in his, it looked like a child's in comparison.
"Because you must know your worth, and anyone who can see the beauty in the weeds is worth admiring." He nodded to her and ushered her inside, "Now, I must be off, stay indoors at night, and I will be back before long."
When they entered, she noticed a few dwarves were standing suspiciously close to the door. Thorin didn't even bother to hide it, as he was leaning on the threshold of the door, obviously listening to their conversation.
"Tend to my creatures, and I will see if your tale is true." He nodded to them and left, slamming the door behind him.
The fire was a low roar as the company began gathering things to sleep on in the room adjacent to the dining room. They found blankets, cushions, and mattresses stuffed with hay. It reminded Eryn of the nights she used to spend in her Grandfather's barn, waking up itchy and covered in feathers from the chickens who decided she needed companions. She helped carry blankets they found with a little help from the dogs, and Dori began making tea. It was a warm and cozy affair; some sipped more mead while smoking their pipes. The dogs came in to place more logs atop the fire, and the dwarves sat in a circle, talking and laughing together.
Eryn watched from the table, her cup of tea sat warmly between her intertwined hands, and she sipped it slowly. She admired their oneness and smiled, she couldn't help but envy their comradery and fellowship.
Fili turned and looked at her as she admired the company sitting before her, though she didn't notice his watchful eye at first, he soon ushered her over with a wave of his hand. "Eryn, why do you sit alone? Join us!" A few others turned as well and waved her over; she rose, delighted.
"Alright lads, and lass," Bofur said, tipping his beanie in Eryn's direction. "What song shall we have this evening? The moon and spirits are high, so I think it is high time for a song." He rose to his feet, slapping his knees.
"I saw some instruments in the back room," Bilbo announced, causing a few of the dwarves to bound to their feet.
"Well, lad, lead on!" Dwalin, of all people, boomed.
Taken aback, Bilbo pursed his lips and took a few dwarves to where he saw the instruments. They emerged not long after with a fiddle, something that resembled a guitar and a fiddle. Dwalin, fiddle in hand, drew the bow across the strings like he had been greeted by an old friend.
"I didn't know you played the fiddle," Eryn smiled up at Dwalin from her place next to the fire.
"Aye lass, we may be warriors, but we love a good song." He nodded and tuned the instrument accordingly.
Soon the room was alive with string instruments, flute, and the stomping of feet. The song they sang was one Eryn was unfamiliar with, but she swayed along just the same, a smile never left her face.
Next, there was swaying and dancing, before she knew it, Bofur had Eryn on her feet, dancing about the room, it wasn't long after they started that Bofur accused her of having two left feet, which Eryn profusely denied, though the proof was evident.
They bobbed, twirled, and whirled the evening away. Bifur tapped in next to dance, and soon she was passed between Fili and Kili, who joined in without question. Bilbo also took a turn at dancing with Eryn, much to her delight. It was the perfect evening. They laughed until their stomachs hurt, and Eryn was beyond delighted.
Eryn was dancing with Fili once again, they skipped, and he twirled her about the room, she had danced with almost everyone, those playing instruments excluded; even Balin danced for a few turns. Fili turned to spin her again and spun her right into the hands of Thorin, who didn't look particularly amused, though there was a look in his eye that Eryn couldn't identify. She saw a glimpse of such anticipation and desire to participate, but it moved swiftly between denial and want. His eyes narrowed, and he took her hand. At first, Eryn thought he would dance with her, but instead, he gracefully twirled her back into the hands of his nephew, who wore a face of disappointment.
"What did you expect?" Eryn challenged as they continued their parade about the room, "Your uncle has no interest in parading around with me." She laughed, trying to cover the disappointment in her voice.
Eryn wasn't sure why she was disappointed, but she hoped that Thorin would at least be warming up to her. Though that didn't necessarily mean that he had to dance with her. Maybe he just didn't want to dance.
"Uncle is quite a graceful dancer; he and my mother dance every Durin's day," Fili informed her, verifying one of her theories.
"Maybe he just doesn't want to dance right now." She smiled at him, growing tired of the activity herself. "I think I'll be finished once this song is done."
"Very well," Fili said, passing her off to his brother, who took her hand delighted.
They finished after Eryn sat down, and the room grew, cozy once more. They continued to sing, though this time, it was softer and harmonious, and a few of the dwarves retreated to their beds.
Eryn took her place in the corner atop her own mattress stuffed with hay. It was far more comfortable than Eryn had remembered, but then again, she was far more exhausted than the last time she slept on hay.
The singing continued throughout the evening as Eryn dosed in and out of consciousness, soon, she succumbed to the weight of her eyelids and was asleep.
Eryn was surprised when her eyes opened, and it was still dark. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, taking inventory of the room, she could hardly see, the only light came from the soft flame that flickered on the hearth.
Eryn stood; the smooth wood floor felt cool on her bare feet. She saw the light coming from the dining room, and she tiptoed to the adjacent room, sliding the door closed behind her.
She turned and saw Thorin, seated at the table, pipe in one hand and a steaming cup in the other.
"What are you still doing up?" She whispered, taking a seat on the bench. She propped her head upon her elbow and shook her hair between her fingers, it was then that she was reminded yet again that she had flowers in her hair. She untangled the flower crown and set it on the table; They were crumpled, brown, and wilted.
"I could ask you the same thing, this is no hour for you to be awake." He mumbled, taking a sip from his cup.
"So we've reached a stubborn stalemate. What are you drinking?" She asked, leaning over the table to get a look into his cup.
"Tea," he informed her, tilting his cup for her to see, "There's more in the kettle." he nodded towards the metal pot on the table.
Eryn rose to retrieve a cup and a few slices of bread leftover from supper from the kitchen, once she acquired her spoils, she scurried back into the dining room. When Eryn returned, she poured herself a cup and handed Thorin a slice of bread, which he took, thanking her.
They sat there in silence for a moment, Eryn staring into the fireplace, and Thorin puffed on his pipe, staring into the inferno as well.
She looked at him and studied his face, he looked tired, not just physically, but mentally as well. She saw him the same as she had that morning, only the shadows cast from the fire made the lines on his face look deeper set. Thorin didn't look old; in fact, he seemed quite young for, however old he was.
"I admire you," Eryn finally said, then immediately wished he didn't hear her so she could deny having said anything at all.
"Why?" He responded sharply, taken aback.
"Because you're so confident. You know exactly what you want, and everyone knows it. You command a room with your very presence, and it's just inspiring." She fidgeted with her cup, running her finger around the lip. "You're a great leader and an incredible Uncle. There isn't a dwarven here who wouldn't follow you to their grave." She looked behind her to the door leading to the sleeping party of dwarves, snoring loudly.
"I hope it is not misplaced," he sighed, his eyes downcast.
"It isn't, and Fili and Kili are lucky to have you," she propped her head upon her arm again, her eyes fixed on the fire. "The sacrifice you gave to raise them is something most parents wouldn't even give their own children." She hummed.
"Perhaps," Thorin nodded, "I take it my nephews informed you of their upbringing."
"They told me a little bit about their mother and father, but mostly about how their Uncle raised them, with duty and respect." she smiled at him, "They admire you a lot."
"I have raised them as my own, I hope they at least have a few gracious words." He mumbled into his glass. "Speaking of my nephews, as I did raise them, I do worry about your familiarity with them." He informed her.
Eryn was taken aback, "How do you mean?"
"I mean, you are quite familiar with them, what is your intention? If it is a courtship, I do not think-" then Eryn interrupted him with a fit of laughter.
"Fili and Kili are wonderful, and I'm sure they would make any woman very happy, but they are not exactly my type. They're rowdy and prank too much, I prefer a quieter life." She shrugged, and a lighthearted laugh escaped her.
He looked at her from over the top of his glass and set it down silently, studying her face. "He's right you know," Thorin nodded, his eyes now fixed on the wall behind Eryn.
"Who?" She asked, following his eyes to see if the person in question was behind her, all she saw was blank space and the dancing shadows cast by the fire. "If you mean Bofur, he's a liar, I do not have two left feet. I took dancing lessons when I was six, so obviously, I am a master."
"What? No, you speak so wildly, it baffles me, woman." He pinched the bridge of his nose, "I mean Beorn, he speaks the truth. Not many see the value in flowers of the field, feathers of a bird, or stones in a river." His eyes lowered to the crumpled flowers on the table, and Eryn saw a smile creep across his face. This smile she noticed was reserved for a few things- when someone was telling a story of his home, his nephews did something that made him proud, or when he was alone and thought nobody was watching.
Erin's eyes softened, and her mouth curved into a grateful smile. To say she was flattered was an understatement. She didn't know that he was watching as carefully as he did, and that made her stomach do something it hadn't done in years, she felt the slightest flutter. He looked at her, and the smile faded from his face as their eyes locked, a warm color formed on his cheeks, and it wasn't from what was in his cup. He was embarrassed.
"I didn't know you noticed all of that," she admitted brushing her hair to one side, and fidgeting her thumbs, she was out of tea and running out of things to nervously fidget with.
"I may not draw attention to myself, but I observe," Thorin said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I know, beautiful things don't ask for attention," Eryn said, then stood to her feet.
He stared at her for a few silent moments before rising as well, "That is so," he nodded towards her
"Well, it's late, I'm going to try and sleep a bit more." She nodded, wrapping her arms around her middle, and she was surprised at how thin she had gotten.
"Goodnight, Miss Fey," He said, as he watched her wander to bed.
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Hope everyone is enjoying time with family this holiday weekend, even though the circumstances are challenging, don't forget to enjoy time with family and do a little something relaxing for yourself, even if it's just taking a bath or eat a whole loaf of bread, nobody will judge you.