Idun would've laughed if she'd realized what he was thinking of. Three out of three stars from Sophocles was probably a bit of a stretch. But then, when Bragi's palm pressed into the door frame, Idun had found that worthy of a bit of lingering appreciation, so she probably couldn't talk. They were both too smitten for their own good. Every blink and sneeze was swoon-inducing.
With both feet back on the ground, Idun dropped a few inches in height but gained a few levels of comfort back. She never liked shoes. Oh, she understand how very nice they could be, especially when the skirt of her dress was slightly fitted near the hips and accentuated an asset or two before flaring out gracefully to flow as all of Idun's dresses eventually did, but four inches of extra height definitely wore on a girl. She was happy when her feet were bare and flat on the ground, and she could look up at Bragi from the height she usually looked at him from. Idun appreciated the opportunity to see him from a variety of angles, but this was one of her top three. The other two probably weren't appropriate to discuss.
"I think you're right," she said, closing the space between them. Holding hands under the dinner table was hardly enough affection for her tastes. Idun continued to smile as she took either end of Bragi's loose tie into her hands and pulled him close, giving him a light, sweet peck on the lips. "And I think I like the tie better like this. But that isn't the point. Or maybe it is. Our job is done. For now."
Except for the dishes, but Idun would get to those tomorrow.
"Mm. You were better. Lottie catches on to my tricks. I think she almost figured it all out a few times. But I don't know. I think that might have helped, maybe? If I knew that your dear friend was trying to get us together, that would almost be like having a stamp of approval already, and wouldn't that just make everything easier? You would never need to worry what your friends thought because they were there at the beginning, being wicked and sneaky little matchmakers."
Idun paused, and then she finally laughed. "I think I'll stick to being an apple maiden, Bragi. Being on tour would make it even more tricky to get our paths to cross." With an arched eyebrow, Idun finally released the tie and started unbuttoning Bragi's shirt. It was different from last time, however. She wasn't being evil.