sure he would not be welcomed if he left crumbs everywhere.

how he made it to Iceland. Sure he was in Europe, but he had to hop over England to get there...
He offers Iceland some fairybread.

Maybe he maybe made a wrong turn and went over North America, instead. Oh well. He would decide to pass.

it's his loss. He noms on his bread, 'It's pretty cold here mate.'

had suffered many of those. "Did you not have mind getting a jacket since you knew you were coming to Europe?"

shakes his head, 'Not really. I should of though. I was not really expecting to go so far North...'

"How did you even get here? Do you walk on water or did you sprout wings?"

grins, 'That's a secret mate.' ((Sorry, no notif c_c ))