Diana had not really been watching Thor eat, in that context. Besides, her first experience of men had been in the worst war their world had experienced to date. None of them ate with table manners, and precious few were still using other manners by then. Diana had understood, and besides, who cared how someone ate? She shook her head at Thor’s question. “No, you didn’t,” she said, and she’d meant to ask more, but he continued.
Thor needn’t have worried that Diana didn’t care or was uninterested, and in fact, she’d stopped eating as she listened. And really, it was just making this whole thing worse, because Diana’s brain simply worked better than a human’s, and because she had seen otherworldly and Godlike architecture before. She could picture Asgard as he described it, and she had no trouble picturing him in Asgard as described, and there was no woman in existence that could not be moved by such imagery. Thor had been meant to be a King, and it showed, even here in a breakfast hall in boots.
“You’ve mentioned the bifrost before,” she said thoughtfully, putting together this information with the things he’d already told her, and she smiled, a little wistfully. “It sounds like your own Paradise Island. I am sorry for what befell it. Perhaps New Asgard will one day be as great.” He had told her of where his people had settled, somewhere in Norway, and where there was life, there was hope. “After all, did your ancestors start with Asgard as you saw it? Surely not.”