Idun would never say that her husband was helpless. He didn't exactly have the broadest culinary repertoire when she wasn't around, and a kiss was all that was necessary to silence even the longest, most intricate of speeches, but Bragi was not helpless. For him to be completely in her grasp, Idun would need to have some sense of control. When she kissed him, that flew out the window with merry abandon. She loved this loss of control. It was one of her favorite things. But then, anything that involved Bragi was one of her favorite things. Except Scrabble. There were not enough tempting smirks or convincing speeches in the world to make her play that game with him ever again. Not unless she made the rules and tipped them shamelessly in her own favor.
There was a sense of victory as the spoon hit the floor, but even without that joyful little noise, Idun would've felt triumphant. That was just what happened when she kissed her husband. The world still stopped, the birds still silenced themselves. There was always just him. That wasn't to say she wasn't beaming as Bragi stubbornly nibbled his lip, careful to leave the whipped cream just where it was. Oh, he was ridiculous, and she adored it. "That is a very good look for you," she offered, grinning wickedly.
They were never going to finish planning at this rate. Introducing a plan into their world seemed to unleash twenty other plans as well. The domino effect. Idun hummed thoughtfully. "She was a bit...abrasive, at times," she admitted. "But still, bluejays should behave better, as a rule. I've never had a problem with bluejays. And we really have to explore this clockmaker. Once his shop is free of offensive bird clocks, anyway. Or maybe they shouldn't meet there at all. A coffee shop, maybe? Neutral ground?"
She paused. The whipped cream was still there, and that was incredibly silly. Leaning forward, Idun gave Bragi a light peck on the mouth, smiling as approximately seventy percent of the topping ended up on her lips instead. She licked it off with enough attitude to say 'Yeah, I just stole your whipped cream. What, do you have a problem with this?' rather jokingly, and then she grinned. "You can't serve that much sugar as an appetizer. But I'll explore this anyway. And...well. I'll figure out the perfect meal. I want this to be perfect. They would be incredibly cute together. And Vidar needs someone nice like Lottie in his life." Another pause. "Just, if it works out and they both start swooning and stuff, don't let him take the Long Friendship road to a relationship. That can be torture," she teased.