This was shaping up to be a never-ending cycle. Not to be confused with a vicious one, of course, because absolutely nothing about this interaction could be described without beautiful, melodic, colorful words that evoked pristine, wonderful images of landscapes and fluffy animals and frolicking. Perhaps some rainbows, for good measure. Everything Idun looked for in a dear, dear, dear, dear friend was right there, standing in front of her, refusing to light fireworks because she believed it would rob Idun of an experience she deserved. In that moment, Idun sighed happily and narrowly resisted the urge to propose some sort of platonic friendship ceremony that was similar to a wedding, just without the kissing.
Bragi would've understood.
But Idun did manage to resist, and that was only because she was struck with the undeniable desire to not disappoint her new friend. She wanted to protest a bit more, even though Philotes had been so very firm and sweet and kind and firm, but she wanted to give the other goddess a show. To make up for the arguing she had incited, and to guarantee the evening was a memorable one. She couldn't bear the thought of Philotes losing interest! Idun was already so taken by her, so determined to form a friendship that would survive through the ages.
She shook her head, though it wasn't so much to object as it was to interject. Politely. Because Idun hated being rude. "I'll do it! But only because I like you too, and I think we're destined to be great friends, and I love that you babble, because babblers are some of my favorite people out there. My husband babbles, though he might not use that exact word. He's the god of words, basically. You really have to meet him next time. Because there has to be a next time. After the fireworks. I won't take no for an answer!"
And then Idun crouched and took the fuse so she could stick it into the lantern flame. She stared at it for a moment, intrigued by the way the fire took to the fuse, but then she remembered the next step, and per the drawing's suggested instructions, she hopped back up, took Philotes' hand, and finally grinned.
"Run!" she shouted gleefully, before taking off with Philotes' hand still clutched in her own.