After Bragi removed his second shoe, he paused for a moment then gently tossed it. It hit its target and one of Idun's stilettos toppled over. 10 points. He was about to go for 20 when that look came into Idun's eye. She advanced, Bragi took a step to make the advancing faster. While she pulled him closer, Bragi put one hand on the small of her back. Her lips touched his. Bragi dropped the shoe.
He looked down at her hands on both sides of his tie. Bragi reached up and pulled the clip out of Idun's hair. It cascaded down to her shoulders. Bragi admired this for a second and smirked. “I suppose that's fair” he said. It was too bad the rest of the world didn't feel quite the same way about the right way to wear ties. Bragi hated straightening the thing. The smirk turned into a smile. Their job was done. At least until a balloon ride maybe.
“I think it helped,” Bragi said, “How could it not when all we were doing was being helpful?” He smirked. “And Lottie is lucky. Not all friends have motives as pure as you do. Back when I was courting you, my best friend acted as an anti matchmaker. She purposefully gave bad advice to try and break us up.” He bit his lip and shook his head. Then he waited for Idun to finish weighing the pros and cons of her stage prospects.
“I do like your current hours,” Bragi mused. “And the work still suits you after all these years.” He took a step backwards, guiding her with the hand on her back. “But I still think you should keep running away with me full time on the table. Just in case you ever change your mind about apples.” He grinned. “We could grow old together,” Bragi joked.