Despite the tease in her grin and the mischievous twinkle in her eye, some might also say that she'd just apologized. Then again, if she didn't set much store in what some said, Bragi wasn't sure he could either. Some might not be as reliable as some might think and Bragi would guess that this goddess was an excellent judge of character. Except for yesterday. Bragi admired her smile again, and decided that whether or not that was an apology, he forgave her anyway. “You?” he blinked as if surprised. “Oh no. You were charming. Very good company. Very welcoming.” Bragi bit his lip and looked at her sidewise. His eyes became mischievous for the tiniest second. “At least in comparison to the bird. The bird was much worse. After you left it was an inch from my nose.” He switched to his bird voice. “'How dare you come up here unannounced and frighten my goddess away. Haven't you ever heard of knocking? At least woodpeckers knock. They destroy the trees, but at least they knock.'”
Then he switched back. “(You know you are in dire trouble when they compare you to a woodpecker.)” Bragi leaned in a little for that part, as if it were some secret he was sharing, then he continued, his voice growing more intense as he gesticulated wildly along. “Fire practically shot out of its eyeballs. Nifheim suddenly turned into a tropical paradise. Then it tweeted at me. Offkey. Not just offkey: Sharp. It was the scariest sound I'd ever heard.” He paused. His tone became much gentler. “But I don't really blame it. It's very difficult for birds to catch goddesses in trees. Especially when they don't know how to summon things.”
He laughed when she laughed and completely lost his forced serious face in the process. He loved the sound of her laugh though, so he would forgive her for that. It was even better than the smiles. Bragi now had a new goal. Though he wasn't sure achieving it would make him leave. He couldn't tell if Rosy's twin wanted that again yet. If she got to know him better she'd find that leaving wasn't much of a problem for him anyway, if she waited awhile. Bragi didn't like to stand still.
He considered with her for a moment. “Plus it's a lovely day for a picnic,” Bragi pointed out, “and I'm practically the god of picnics. Poetic irony. Bears always go for poetic irony when they can help it.” He smiled when she accepted his support, even if she didn't do it necessarily with words. Bragi tilted his head to the side. “That is a problem. I could tell you that I'm much better company than no one in particular, but unless you decide to walk with me, there's no way I can prove that.” He paused. “Two out of three?”