Astrid's upper lip drew up and she made a teeth-baring grimace at Rayd's Hunger Games reference, clearly unsettled by it.
"What?!" she gasped. "Nate hates peopleing?!" Common knowledge. "I don't call him 'Popsicle' because he's my step-dad," she joked. It was mostly a joke. It was also a precious nickname that Nate endured because of a few reasons, she supposed. Amongst them might've been affection. She hoped.
"I'm glad," Astrid breathed with relief about Julia. But then, the princess gave a tiny pout. "Most?" she questioned as he lined her plate with food for himself because he hadn't grabbed his own. Ugh. "Russ is fine," she dismissed it, then focused on the latter part of his thought: "Don't do that - you'll end up like uncle Loki," she warned seriously, but she gave a teensy smirk to dull the blade.
"Whaaaaat?" she said in response to his compliment, acting falsely surprised. Velvet, thanks mom. "I really doubt that would drive home the point we're trying to make," she laughed. But she did love stomping a catwalk. "You look very cuddly," paused for face-to-jacket rubs, "I'd say I'm surprised your dad played along with the family velvet motif but his stick is as secret as his ability to cave." To Eva, anyway.