"She believes wholeheartedly that she was a fairy princess and moving her here made me the utmost enabler." His smile was fond, if not a bit distracted now. He shouldn't have imbibed. Easy fix. The Brit leaned down the small table and pulled closer a tray of hor devours for them to nosh. He loved nibbles. "It's a noble task, teaching the young - not everyone is cut out for it." It probably didn't have the patience, himself. "Oh - and Gwen - she's taken up with the boys, a Wendy figure of sorts, and they spend a lot of their free time roaming and adventuring within the palace. I'm glad she was company."
"And you, Francine? Settled into the Asgardian Santum well?" he gave her a wink that smelled of mead and he had no regrets.