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Björn couldn't have been happier, in a way, to have gotten the call from Orah. Their meeting reminded him in a far-off way of his early, circumstantial friendships when he'd first come to Destiny City, and he'd worried it may turn out the same with life just being too busy to remember the brief acquaintance. He wasn't pleased to hear that the small, pretty thing he'd run into was ailing and in need of help, but he was more than glad to have gotten a call to help out.

As it was, it wasn't another customer, but a very, very large and optimistic strongman that carefully made his way to the counter of the little shop. "Hallo, Orah"

He called the greeting out over the plants. He'd worn his close-sculpted Under Armor training clothes, hoping that avoiding anything baggy would help him from inadvertently catching on things and pulling shelves over or other disasters. "I hope I am not too late? My hands are yours for the day, as promised. "

She'd mentioned she needed help because she was banged up, but the casts were a dour reminder. Björn was gentle of the hug, not returning it too hard for fear of breaking the poor little thing more. "Helping a friend IS the most important thing I have to do today."

"Besides, lifting things and moving them around is what I do better than anyone," He joked, "at least I like to pretend so. "

As a precaution, he reached back and stuffed his braid down the back of his shirt so that it didn't swing out and smack anything. "As long as I can fit an arm into a space, I can stack stuff in it. If you can show me the what and where it goes, I can make the trips and chat to you while you watch your storefront."

He followed pleasantly where she led, and examined the tubs and the path in turn. It wouldn't do to upend anything. The problem with tubs was that they were big and unwieldy more than heavy. And scraping them along hurt the tub. Stacking hurt the plants. One on each arm was the viable limit then, at least for efficiency of product more than weight sake.

He didn't bother with the handles, but grabbed them so that the ledge was supported like a child on each hip, and his hand steadying the load at the top rim. This was child's play compared to the atlas balls. "Matthew? Boyfriend?"

"Ah...I see, " He could certainly see she was embarrassed. He wondered why, really. OH! Maybe I have been very rude. She might not like boys at all.

He woudl have facepalmed, but he was putting the tubs in their places. "I'm sorry, that was ..."

'Exclusionary', big guy. Nope, he couldn't come up with the word.

" Not all options. I mean, you could not like guys at all, or like them fine. Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend, then?"

He looked over at her struggling a little with the buckets, more than he was for certain. He didn't pick up on it hurting, but the result was the same worried-but-gently-pleading offer, "No no, I can get them. Pushing the cart is more than enough. That cast is in the way, and while you have me here, there's no reason to risk dropping these on your foot, ja?"

He gave a good-natured laugh, "Ja, it is better that way, to pay more attention to books. Good studies are important. "

"We're young and we only have so much attention. It is a good thing to spend wisely. " It took no time at all to unload the cart. Since part of the fun was getting to show off, he picked Orah up and put her on the cart gently to wheel it into the back and get the rest.

"I am here to do all of everything and anything you need. " The news of bruised ribs even was terrible, "Didn't doctors tell you no more than five lbs for a week maybe? I've had broken ribs, and they didn't want me lifting more than ten. "

He started reloading the cart- Orah could choose if she wanted to remain on it and go for a ride or not. He was careful not to crowd her with the buckets, though. " I didn't listen very well, but I kept it to twenty five or less. But twenty five pounds is like lunch as you've already seen."

"Where is this mysterious Matthew?"

He was surprised to hear she was vegetarian, a word he was long since made familiar with. She HAD fed him a turkey sandwich, wasn't it? "But you bought turkey?"

"Well, just being a vegetarian doesn't mean having to be thin. Believe me. As much as I like meat, getting to have it with any regularity has only been since graduation. I have eat so much tofu, beans, nuts, lentils, yogurt, avocado and broccoli over the last two years to get enough protein to match my prime weights. You should have told me, I didn't have to eat turkey. It seems so mean to go eating meat in front of vegetarians." The last of the buckets were carted back to the shelves and he set to placing them colour-near to colour.

"Ah...no...not so much. It's just my mother, Annbjørg, and I- it always has been. " Mentioning her brought a smile automatically to his eyes. "But I only got to live with her on holiday and breaks. Or if she had time to come to meets these last two years. We came to Destiny City because Hillworth was one of the few schools that would take a boy with a police record and an expulsion. Level III violations of the Code of Conduct: Disorderly Conduct, Fighting and a civilian misdemeanor of simple battery....my lab partner and friend was getting bullied, so I stepped in. " He wiped his hands idly on his pants, the last bucket placed. "It stopped the bullying, but I shouldn't touch people in any sort of violence, even if its just putting them against a wall to get them away from a friend. "

"Its just too much damage for the law to recognize as well meaning. "
"So by graduate...I'm a graduate of Hillworth. I promise I'm not a crook or bad apple. But a record is a record. Its supposed to be a closed file now though, since I turned eighteen. "

"You're at Meadowview?" She didn't look anything like a st. mag's girl, and there didn't seem enough ambition or money to be from crystal like Talia had been. Maybe she'd already told him this...

"Ah...what is next on my list of quests for my Princess-of-the-day?"