Oh, how Freyr laughed. Logan's words of encouragement toward his queen were downright legendary. He'd leaned back in his chair at a certain point to help himself better breathe. Skadi had accepted the thanks, though, and asked the prince's father about his adjustment from Midgard, which gave Freyr a great chance to watch the 'floor show', or rather, his son being attacked by a dinosaur carrying a chicken. He clapped in time with Thor's encouragement, then took a long, much-needed drink. Oh, the Odinsons. Only better with age.
"And you, princess, d'ye play the maiden that gets rescued?" he said distractedly to the princess who had been abandoned with two plates of food (and partaking of both).
Astrid's eyebrows perked. "Me? No, I usually rescue the chicken," she said. "Or get drawn into the fray." Speaking of which - her brothers were nearing and she hadn't had enough of Mateo's food yet. Thus began the scarfing, while her eyes kept the young men on her radar.
Another fist to the table with a laugh. Rescue the chicken. Aye, she'd grown into a delight. "This is my sorta breakfast..." the king mused contentedly before looking back to Logan.