"Yeah?" Pippin smiled before she moved forward again to peer at the exhibit...on tip toes. She wanted to see it, but she didn't want to just walk in it again. "Are your ancestors from Scandinavia? I mean you totally look like you should be at the prow of a long ship. No offense or anything."
She looked back over her shoulder after Ragnar listed off ways to enjoy winter. Pippin had to swallow since her very active imagination easily gave her a vivid picture of spending a cold night exactly how he described. With him. If not for the persistent pink to her cheeks the awkward smile that came to her face looked a little pained. "Sounds nice." Ahem.
"Oh, I wasn't here in the summer," she said. "I'm sorry I missed it though. I haven't researched much of Scandinavian culture or lore." She shrugged her shoulders up. "It's on my to do list."
Yay! She was going to get a personal tour! But then he brushed against her and Pippin got a good whiff of him. Very. Nice. My god! It should be criminal to smell like that! "Oh ok." Then. "Puppy? You have a puppy?"