It wasn't much of a knock, but it got Idun's attention. She started to jump, mostly because this was her orchard and nobody else had been in it last time she looked around, but she forced herself away from the action, resulting in a tense half-shrug that ended in an uneasy shiver. She would've been better off jumping, really. It wouldn't have looked like the warm wash of his voice had sent chills through her body if she'd just jumped and let the knife slip and accidentally chopped off one of her fingertips. At least then she'd have a solid reason to be angry. Who cared if the Road God was the kind of kisser her mother had warned her about if said Road God could be blamed for making her one finger short of a set?
Idun decided against turning around. She casually looked over her shoulder instead, meeting his gaze and taking in that infuriating grin while stubbornly ignoring the way it made her want to smile in return. She wasn't friendly just yet. But that was his fault. It was his fault that she wasn't ready to smile. Idun raised an eyebrow. "Did I? I'm terribly sorry. I didn't realize how passionate you were about orchards." If he was once again going to ignore the social niceties of normal greetings, so was she. In the most nonchalant manner possible.
Oh, you're in my orchard? I don't have feelings about this one way or another.
She turned back to her apple, slicing off the thin strip of peel she'd been working on. There was enough flesh revealed for her to carefully guide the knife with her thumb, cutting a slice with a determined sort of care. Well, nobody could ever say she was a bad hostess in her own orchard.
"Would you like to sit down? I'll share my apple. I know every goddess tending to an orchard says her apples are the most delicious, but mine almost certainly are. I have apple wine, too. I made it myself."
She looked over her shoulder again, though this time she twisted just enough to offer the apple slice. Balanced carefully on the flat blade of her knife. This was just a coincidence, though. Idun didn't want to touch his food, as that would be rude. She wasn't actually threatening him. There was a simple explanation.
A smile finally worked its way to her lips. Bragi was so ridiculously casual. Too casual. Nobody just happened to be that casual. And nobody just stumbled into an orchard at random and happened to find the same goddess for a third time. No, he was up to something. Idun could work with that. "What brings you here today, Bragi? These chance meetings certainly are piling up."