A soft, warm chuckle left Odin as Bella admitted to have forgotten about their plans. At this point he realized she'd wrapped her arms around him, and a genuinely happy sigh escaped the angel, who tightened his own hold on Bella. "Would it be bad of me to admit I'm not sorry?" He murmured. "It's not like the food is going anywhere. Or the kitchen." He smoothed her hair with the palm of his hand as he spoke.
"Unless you're hungry." He added after a moment of silence. "In that case we are definitely going somewhere. And I'm not opposed to doing this while we wait for things to cook, or defrost, or air out..." He left the notion hanging in the air for Bella to choose what they would do. At this point Odin was fine with any course of action, as long as she was around.