She was 'casing the joint'. Skirting the edges. Working from the women in. Freyr could respect that. Start with the baby. Work towards 'I love you father'. Thor wasn't being helpful at all, so when the big blond thunder wanker decided to take his leave, the god of fire had no problem, especially since his attention had been called to the arrival of his offspring. His head snapped toward where Fjolnir had gone to, though, because there clomped Orrin, looking tight-flanked. Sigh. They were going to meet... eventually.
Freyr stood. "Blessed Jól!" His arms were wide. "I dare say you are right," he agreed of the heir to the throne as he was carted away by Thor. And he'd taken his wife with him. But she was the nice one. Another sigh. He looked from Rhia to Skadi and stepped to the side to be closer to his wife, then looked to Rhiannon with an open expression. "Did you enjoy your gifts? I require no thanks," he added with a semi-unsure half-smile. His wild eyes searched the room as he thought of something to say, then realized she had a mind and tongue, too, and that she might have something on her mind. "How can I be of use to you, d-" aughter? "dear girl?" Pause. "You look ravishing and well-fed, might I add!"