Re: Planning for the future.
"In a way," Baldr answered in refence to the other man's observation about him being new it town. "Fried chicken, red beans, cornbread," Baldr repeated and thankfully accepted the food. "What part of Midguard is this from?" he inquired, unfamiliar with this particular style of cooking. "I don't mean to be a bother." Baldr quickly added, a bite of savoy cornbread already in his mouth.
Baldr's eyes did wander toward the ladies further down the counter. While he didn't recognize the one who'd just sat, the other was strikingly familiar. Brünhilde was one of his father's valkyries, her face painted on several murals throughout the original palace. He was sure she'd noticed him, though the Odinson hoped their patronage to this particular place was a coincidence.
He quickly turned back toward his host and silently hoped he wasn't monopolizing too much of his time. "Are you not happy here?" The god of joy asked, bluntly. "It's just... I've noticed most of the Midguardians seem very happy here." Not all, but nothing ever pleased everyone - did it?