Idun was still too busy with her personal grooming to actually notice, but had some sliver of her attention span been free, she would've been vaguely aware of Bragi crumpling up his paper. A subtle sense of satisfaction would've run through her, had Idun noticed. When the words stopped flowing effortlessly, well, perhaps that was a sign that there was trouble in the land of love. There were times when Idun felt like she was watching a love story unfold for her friend. Her problem was that, on occasion, she forgot to be happy for him. She was jealous, not of Bragi, but of his goddess. Of course, this wasn't what Idun believed at all, but it's what she felt, no matter how she purposely mislabeled those feelings.
That he crumpled up a first draft spoke of dissatisfaction, which Idun found oddly satisfying. Or would've found oddly satisfying, had she noticed. Which she hadn't. She cleared her throat quietly. "Hm?" she blinked. This time she really had been distracted, though it was by her thoughts, not her nails. "Oh no. I'm good, thank you." And there it was, a nail that would potentially seal her coffin if this net belonged to somebody. If it was just an abandoned net, well, she'd use the nail to give Bragi those extra air holes he'd been longing for.
After squirming as discreetly as possible, Idun managed to settle so her legs were no longer tingling with approaching numbness. It was a vast improvement. Nets weren't really built for comfort, but then, neither were trees until you learned their secrets. She'd get comfortable in this net just to spite Bragi for not saving the day as soon as he saw her trapped! She'd get so comfortable, she might even take a nap. Just to spite him.
Her name made Idun frown before she could stop herself. A smile replaced it quickly, but the frown had still shown. Jondi was a stupid name. It sounded thick as it bumbled off the tongue. It glooped as it was spoken. It was not very appealing. Idun could only imagine the kind of goddess attached to such a name. She was probably stunning. Idun felt a stab of not-jealousy, then rested her chin on one of the ropes, finding that she could rest her head in the netting gaps almost comfortably. "Is that so? Having trouble, are you?" she asked innocently, which was not the same thing as hopefully. Not the same thing at all.