Idun was going to stop glaring, but then Bragi was shouting like the dramatic mad scientist in a delightfully silly science fiction B-reel, and to keep herself from laughing until her sides ached, Idun decided against stopping. Keeping her focus on mock anger was always a good decision in these situations. When his eyes narrowed, she knew she'd made the right call. If she was laughing while he glared, it would mean he'd won. And she liked winning far too much to make it that terribly easy.
Really, if they ever stopped and discussed the way they both viewed competition, both husband and wife would have a very amusing time.
"That might be true," she said, shrugging lazily. And then the weight of her spoon disappeared and she scoffed, but amusement finally won her over. The corners of her lips betrayed her, even as she fought the rest of a grin off. "Hey! You can't do that. That's cheating!" Whenever Bragi threatened her and stole from her in the same breath, it was cheating. Whenever Idun felt like accusing him of cheating, it was cheating. This was why neither of them ever really outgrew board games. Well, that, and the fact that they were both eternally young at heart.
But mostly because Bragi cheated and the rules always changed in an attempt to overcome that.
"Ohh, sunset, that's a lovely notion. Very considerate. And the natural mood lighting..." And just like that, she was distracted. Idun let out a dreamy sort of sigh. Then she made a grab for her spoon. When she failed, she finally grinned. "Thief." It wasn't an insult. It sounded suspiciously like I love you, with fewer syllables.
If they were planning, Idun was determined to remain slightly focused. She gave up on her spoon, straightened up on the counter, nibbled thoughtfully on her bottom lip as Bragi spoke. "...you know," she began. Staying focused was difficult. "we don't really have to tell them about the bouncy castle. It could just be for us. Remember the last time? The challenges of sleeping in one of those things are very amusing. But you have a point. About them. And the doves. It's good to know how many doves is too many doves, but finding it out in that particular way, right after that Hitchcock movie came out? And how were we supposed to know the heiress was once attacked by a bluejay? Doves aren't a thing like bluejays, but the heiress wasn't listening to that line of reasoning. I don't think she ever married...hm."
Another nibble. "Vidar isn't going to regret nodding. I'll make a real dessert, rather than handing out popsicles and pixie stix," she teased.