"Weird hippie type?" Jord asked, thinking over the description. "Perhaps I am. Your father works for...the government." And she smirked when she said it, because it was amusing and true, and sounded rather terribly mundane, even if it wasn't. Really, she had no room to talk - not from her fancy Manhattan office, but it was fun, occasionally, to wax smug.
"And I am always making my connections, my son, you know that..." the goddess replied with a flippant gesture, her anger almost entirely faded, replaced with an excitement that bordered on giddy, an undercurrent even among the tears.
His appetite....oh, she knew. It had been a thousand years...more? Since she had prepared any sort of meat. Now days they sold animals already cut apart, which seemed convenient, but she had never tried to fix one. "I couldn't forget your appetite anymore than I could forget your ridiculous face. But I haven't got near enough food to accommodate you. It'll be takeout for us. What do you want?" The mention of Baldr almost stung, and her mind traveled to Frigg's fair son and how they had been each other's replacement...how close they had become since he arrived. The goddess' stomach clenched slightly. She wanted to remain close to Baldr, but Frigg was here and...things hadn't exactly gone well at their first meeting. It was a problem. Still, right now her thoughts were for her son, and she preened at being his first choice.
She didn't have much of a choice but to allow that hug; her son was enormous and strong and anyway, she liked the affection, coming from him. It felt very right to have Thor in this house, here with her. She nodded against his shoulder. "Yes, food, and news, and I wont be eating meat and you're well aware of that, and you can't complain becuase it means more for you." Jord smirked. "Sometimes it's a wonder to me that you find time to function amidst all the eating you do..."