Talking about his new fancy filled Bragi's heart with a certain effortless bliss that he knew he'd spend centuries trying to figure out how to describe properly. He enjoyed it. It made his life brighter than before. But Bragi didn't want to talk too much about her to this particular friend. There was a thin line between too vague,and too specific, and Bragi did not want his friendly apple maiden to find out just how much she and the other goddess had in common. It might hurt her, or damage something else. He smiled at the comment about the way she lit him up, and took a bite of his apple half, but Bragi didn't add anything else.
He smiled while he listened to her tell him about the orchard and that special feeling that a “home” provided. Other people had talked about it before, but he liked it best when she did. He liked the dreamy sort of look that came into her eye. The place made her happy. He could look at a painting of a meadow. She could actually stand in the meadow the artist had painted. It was beautiful. He could listen to that kind of sentiment all day and not tire of it, especially from her. Bragi chuckled and shook his head. “No,” he said, “I can't really say that I do. Not with places. You make it sound lovely though. To have a home instead of just a hall or house. A place that accepts you completely. Where your feet always feel comfortable in.” He smiled warmly at her again. “This place really does suit you. I can see it. You may not have grown up here but you might as well have.”
She had brothers. That was always a good thing to note about friends you wished were more than friends. Especially if there were a lot of them. Especially if they were quick tempered, or easily offended. Especially if they were overprotective of their sister, like they should be. He didn't know. Bragi just knew they weren't good harvesters. This could mean any number of things about them. He wished she'd said a bit more on the brother subject, but the bit about her being the best with apple dishes didn't surprise him at all. Of course she was. And if Bragi dared make bets, he would bet she wasn't just better at them than her family. “Which dish is your favorite to make?” he asked.
Bragi would have happily kept the subject on her, because he already knew all the facts about himself, and was much more interested in filling his own curiosity, but he put that selfishness aside when she asked him. He just didn't quite know where to start. It was a very broad question. “I have brothers too” Bragi said, “But not any full ones. Six half brothers as far as I know. They're all incredibly gifted in different ways. You should meet them. One step brother if he counts. No sisters. Unfortunately. Three parents. Three and a half if the stepfather counts. Four and a half if you count my grandfather. I grew up with him for half my childhood so I think he counts.” He shook his head and laughed. “Those are the basic schematics.” It was a bit messy, but it worked out.