"How terribly boring," Fjolnir told Torben when the younger man explained about his families' policies. "Where's the palace intrigue?" he offered and ignored the reason for this very gathering. Although this situation was hardly tabloid sizzling, it was just regular sizzling, as in major life event. Still slightly boring to Fjolnir. He'd been an adult for a century or two. They'd get over it. "You owe it to your people," the taller, thinner prince told his Asgardian counterpart. "What will they fill their days with if not the goings on of the court and royals they so look to?" Fjolnir asked rhetorically. "Besides, she willing plays the part of the outsider," he turned gracefully back to his sister. "She's been here just as long as your mother and your grandfather..." he lazily gestured to Queen Eva and her father Lord Jonathan, wherever he'd gotten off to. "And yet she refuses to integrate. Perhaps, I'm just playing my part," he finished with a smirk.