There was a flicker of surprise that shot through Idun with those first two tiny letters. No. Surprise touched her eyebrows, surprise parted her lips. It slowly moved across her face until even the tiniest muscle twitch betrayed her unexpected curiosity. He was still smiling, but Idun wasn't sure how when his spirit was more or less homeless. His smile registered as odd. His laughter was odd. But she found herself laughing right along with him, and that was the oddest part of all. "Really?" she asked. She squinted playfully as she looked him over, like she was assessing his truthfulness with a keen eye. "Hm. Maybe it won't be a place for you. I heard that sometimes it's a person that feels like home." There was a sigh to her voice. The notion was too romantic to not include a sigh.
"Well, you do seem to think I'm a tree goddess. It makes sense that an orchard would suit me." Idun offered a carefree grin that reflected the warmth he'd shown her. He was clearly a friend who was free with the flattery. Idun didn't mind in the slightest. As long as each compliment came with an asterisk that led to a footnote that reminded her of the goddess who could give Bragi what he wanted, Idun could take his words as he meant them: innocently. "You seem suited for a hall of writings. Have you given that a try?" The smile that punctuated the question was undeniably teasing, but nothing about it was malicious. Simply amused.
Before Idun went on to answer his question about food, she stopped to listen to him talk about his family. There was a breathtaking sort of animation that took over when Bragi spoke of his family, even if the details were all rather vague. He made 'incredibly gifted' sound like the compliment to end all compliments, though, and it was impossible for Idun not to smile at that. "I see where you might've developed an attachment to chaotic family arrangements," she said, trying and failing not to chuckle. When she wasn't fighting the urge to brush her fingertips over her lips in a dazed sort of remembrance, it was rather nice just talking to Bragi.
"My brothers like to bicker, but I suppose even that can be a gift. I'd love to meet them, these brothers of yours. I could make this...I don't even know what to call it, it's a sort of pastry. Flaky and warm, and sweet of course. Tart but sweet. That's my favorite dish to make, so you know. That way if they find me terribly annoying or dull or horrid, at least they'll have a warm dessert in their bellies." Idun paused. "What happened during the other half of your childhood?" It was a rather sudden shift, but the thought had struck her rather suddenly.