"Your grandsons are fine, by the way." Grumpy old toad. She could tell he'd registered her curveball though by the impossible-to-detect twitch in his eye about Tony. She didn't dare crack a smile, though. Alright, she'd give.
"Odin family drama," she began simply with a sweet faux smile, as if that was enough information right there. But it wasn't - not for Forge, so she'd dived into the mess of it all and how she'd sucked Nate into the mess and that Jimmy was having sex with Kitty somewhere and Loki was MIA and she had a secret brother-in-law who was eating cake with her pet astral bear. Despite Nate's best efforts. "I'm headed back there now, if you'd like to chaperone," the queen playfully challenged her father. "I don't want to stay away for too long in case things get out of hand and Heimdall needs reinforcements." With the guests, that was, not the sons of Odin. He'd been dealing with those knuckleheads for centuries. Maybe Freyr, too.