Katelyn seemed a little put off by Olaf's friends, but she ignored the feeling. As the food came out she mumbled something and clasped her hands together to pray. "Hakor..." She took a mug of wine, it was usual in her culture to drink things like this, wine for the rich and beer for the poor. She sips in respectfully, eating properly. Katelyn only seemed to have a bit of the chicken and quite of few of the vegetables. She ate slowly and tried to look elegant as she did so. Every so often she would look up to Olaf and his friends, giving them a smile and a giggle.

Her small frame caused her to not eat much more than a plate of food before she became full. She did enjoy the food, but some of the meats they ate put her off a bit. She realized that they had a different religion and respected it though. "Is this your family, Olaf?" She asks, looking to Kurt, Hod, Hodor, and Jorgen.