“Coffee would be lovely,” Sigyn managed to say. For a moment, though, that was going to be the extent of her abilities, because her brain was busy trying to take in everything at once. And there was a lot of it to take in.
There was the fact that Loki was here often enough that this woman felt comfortable chiding him like a teenager for putting his feet on her table. Or perhaps it was just that Tawaret, or Tee as her husband apparently called her, was just not one to stand on ceremony. Sigyn was picking up on the fact that this particular Egyptian was more on the casual side.
For instance, they were at a kitchen table rather than a sitting room. And the Norse woman appreciated that, as it was homey and inviting, but not at all what she was used to when she came to Egypt. Then again, the times she'd come here before had been as a guest of Isis. Sigyn didn't think that woman did anything less than elegantly, even when it was something casual there was a definite grace to it that was imbued by the queen herself.
Not that Taweret didn't have grace. She did, in her own way. It was just more... earthy. That was the best way Sigyn could think to describe it. The Egyptian was certainly no shrinking violet, and she'd probably run over somebody less sure of themselves without even meaning to. Because there was definitely kindness along with the humor in Taweret's tone and eyes.
Interesting.
“I think coffee would go well with the brownies,” she finally remembered to add, “don't you? Though, I'm afraid I've become a bit spoiled and used to your lovely red tea when I've visited Egypt in the past, I think it might not be the best thing for desserts. Though if you don't have coffee, it's not a problem. I don't want to put you out. Especially not on our first meeting. Which is my fault, more than Loki's, I assure you. I've been busy with...”
With dealing with the secret Hermod had told her. After she'd come up with a disastrous plan to kidnap the sweetest god in existence. Thank goodness he was bright enough to put a stop to that before she even got started. And she still hadn't confessed to her husband what she'd nearly done. Or what she'd learned.
“With some personal things,” she finished lamely. “But I'm very glad to be here now and finally get to meet you. I've heard wonderful things about you.”