Idun didn't realize that he was staring. He covered it better, or she was too distracted to realize he was staring, or perhaps it was both. It was probably both. Idun took her slice and brought it to her lips, taking the smallest bites imaginable to draw the sliver of fruit out as long as possible. She cut another small piece and offered it to Bragi. The apple wasn't overly large, but at this rate, it would last all afternoon. That wasn't a conscious goal, but would it really be so bad? Internally, Idun began kicking her own subconscious. She was too distracted to even taste the apple as she ate it. With a slight shake of her head, Idun cut herself another tiny wedge.
As he spoke, Idun's gaze was drawn back to Bragi's, and she smiled softly, truly warmed by his words. For a moment, she realized what a friendship with this god might be like, if she got over her frustration and anger and, oh right, that kiss. Once she tidied up her list of complaints, there would be Bragi, making everything sound like poetry set to music. It wasn't a horrible idea, not really. It still didn't sit right with Idun, though. Friendship still felt odd. She looked at him, studied his eyes, his smile, and friendship once again began to sound like the worst idea in all of history. "Do I?" she asked. She was thinking far too much. Idun chuckled lightly instead of thinking. "Well, what if you aren't in your element here? You might be a terrible orchard worker, for all we know. And wouldn't that make things awkward? Mixing harvests with friendship. Tsk."
Honestly, she had no idea what she was on about. It almost ceased to matter when he laughed. She almost lost track of what she wanted to know. The nagging whisper that kept reminding her of heartbreak and betrayal and safety in emotional seclusion perked up in the back of her mind long enough to get a biting point across, and then Idun's smile faded slightly.
"You wished to walk on that road, Bragi, but walking wasn't all you did. So it isn't unreasonable to wonder if sitting in an orchard is really the only thing you wish to do." There. Idun had said what she needed to say without technically saying anything at all. Bragi had kissed her. He would obviously know what she was going on about. She wanted him to either say he wanted to kiss her again, or officially declare that this was merely a social call. A meeting of friends. Good pals sharing a nice, crisp apple in the shade of one of her lovely trees. He had to make a decision.
He had to tell her about the damn decision, more importantly. Idun felt a bit like she was losing her wits.