Clippity clop! Qiana happily grinned as she was circled by the little lady known as Rosalynn, then looked to her 'father' as he called out to her. "You look..." she quirked an eyebrow, "Nude." Her shoulders jostled in a chuckle. She wasn't complaining. "But thank you." Wink. "I'm just happy Ros' hair stayed in the braids. So far." The day of festivities had just begun.
"Yep." First time for a lot of things, this past year of her life. It was always an adventure, and that's why Qiana had stayed in Asgard and brought her family up as much as possible. "I..." Tress' eyes shifted from side to side as she considered Orrin's question with a smirk on her lips. "Midsommarstång," she tried, probably butchering the Norse phrase for the Maypole, an attempt to impress. "I doubt it, but I heard it's good luck," mostly for children and unmarried maidens, that was. A crowd she was part of. "I will certainly help Rosalynn remember the steps if she needs help though," the little precious cherub. "Is there a certain time the kiddos head to bed tonight?" She heard things got a little zany. By zany, she meant sexual and potentially violent and boozy.