Odin had never understood where Hermod's awkwardness came from. Neither he nor Frigg were withering creatures. And it wasn't just their personalities; he was the son of the rulers of Asgard- that alone should give him confidence. All he could fathom was that his youngest son by his queen was too used to being in Baldr's shadow. Perhaps this could help change that.
"Actually, I'm going to pass on the mead. For now. Maybe we'll share a mug later." As a man who only drank wine or mead, and whose only other sustenance was the apples necessary to keep his youth, he wasn't usually prone to turning down a drink. Still, he was here for a reason.
"I'd like you to come outside with me. I've something to show you."