Lethe leaned back in her seat, only defying gravity a little as her boots hooked into the lower rungs of the stool, anchoring her and allowing her to stretch. Adjusting to a body was always a little strange – of course there was the feeling of confinement, at first, but you got used to that. But the relative stiffness and stiltedness of movement compared to being a rushing body of water was a little uncomfortable when she’d just changed. It was still easy to be attentive to what the Norse god was saying. A lock of her hair coiled around her arm like a bit of onyx jewelry, but she gave it a look, causing it to obediently unfurl… though it got back to shifting slightly around her fairly quickly.
”Greeks as friends, hm?” she tilted her head as she stretched, then brought her arms down to the back of the stool to offer her at least enough support for the patrons of the bar not to pay her posture any mind. “Well, we’re a friendly people.”
There was a smirk, there. It would probably be fair to say that some of the Greeks were friendly people, and that some of the Greeks were opportunistic people. And of course, some of the Greeks probably had social anxiety disorders – come to think of it, Lethe would be interested to get the psychiatric analyses on most of the pantheon, Above and Below. This lead things to really strange metapsychological places that she wasn’t sure she wanted to go, though, so instead, she shifted her attention to what Loki was saying about her Da.
”Helpful? Da?” Now there was a bit more of a smile at her lips, and there was a fondness to it that carried no trace of irony or skepticism. “Now that sounds like a story worth hearing.”
Lethe was still smiling, a little playful now. If Da liked Loki, that was definitely one point in the Nord’s favor. Lethe didn’t hold her either of her parents in the blindly high regard of her childhood, but that made her appreciate them on some deeper level, and she trusted their judgment (most of the time).
She noted his interest in her hair, finally, and looked over her shoulder at it, noticing its movement, then turned back to him.
”Oh, don’t worry about my hair. It’ll settle down once I’ve had a body for a bit longer.”