Lottie didn't answer the question, simply sat and watched Ninkasi chew for several minutes. That was because her brain had sort of screeched to a standing halt at the revelation that Frigg liked to drink and take dirty pictures. Frigg. Frigg. The motherly woman that had not-at-all-subtly been pushing her toward Hermod almost since the day they met. The lady that had sent her sweaters, "for when she came to visit." The queen that had beamed at her on her last visit to Asgard, because she was now dating Vidar. Lottie had always pictured her as sort of grandmotherly, actually, and now to find out that she...
She...
She...
A slow, rolling shudder shook through Lottie's body, and she suddenly felt slightly hollow. There was a slight falling sensation, followed by a peculiar lightness, that she recognized as the blood rushing out of her cheeks. Oh hell. Was she going to faint? She was not, she told herself sternly. She was the daughter of Night and Darkness, and she was tougher than anybody gave her credit for, and she was not going to faint.
She did, however, throw up just a little bit in her mouth. Which she corrected immediately by chugging her beer. It was only then that she realized that Ninkasi was staring at her.
"Sorry. What?" Lottie blinked a few times, then concluded she must have offended her friend by drinking in such a slovenly manner. So she held out her mug and asked with a winning smile, "More, please?"