Without realizing it, Idun had planted the pair of them in something of a call-and-response situation. If Loki replied to her words, it wouldn't just keep her hope alive. It would prove that they were still okay. They would be okay. Her call would either be a silly joke or a rude strike at a harsh truth. Loki smiled, and Idun felt herself sigh before she even realized it. Things were going to be fine. Relief flooded her system, and she chuckled pleasantly before shaking her head. "That's Reason 493, Loki. The real 492 was Because I'd Rather Eat Sigyn's Oatcakes. I swear, I'll write the whole list down for you," she teased.
Idun quickly got what she deserved for it, Loki's hand knuckling into her hair. She squealed out laughter and pulled away to glare, but she hardly meant it. This was just another part of them being them. She was his kid sister. This was how siblings acted after a long separation. No matter the time that had passed, the many, many painful centuries, the silly, immature traditions of old could still make everything better.
When Loki turned his attention out of the shop window, Idun turned to follow his gaze, and his question made her grin. Over the years, Idun's sense of style hadn't changed too much. She still favored white dresses with nice, flowing skirts. The length of them had shortened, but they were still very flowy and very white. And they covered all of the parts that needed covering. The same could not always be said for the youth that frequented malls.
"Repeat after me, okay? Not just the words, but the gestures too," Idun said solemnly, before turning to properly face out the shop window. First, Idun grimaced in an exaggerated fashion upon observing the exposed underthings of a spotty teenage boy. Second, she sighed loudly. Third, Idun brought a hand to her forehead, closed her eyes, and shook her head. And finally, the grand finish, Idun grumbled "Kids these day."
She let that all sink in before smiling brightly and looking back at Loki. "That's the only explanation you need for things like that. Because it really doesn't make any sense at all. I saw a whole group of boys dressed like that in a park once, and staring curiously in an attempt to figure it out just got me hit on. It was very silly. I convinced one of them to attend one of Bragi's lectures, though. He does that sometimes." Idun's teeth caught her bottom lip to stop her from continuing. Talking about Bragi might not go over well. "Let's go. We need to get your wife a gift."