Re: Christmas spirit is in short supply.
Crinkle fries... she had jokes. Nate's face had twisted into both annoyance and then delight when Eva started her little song. Outwardly, Caltrops played comic foil to Zap and all her Idaho central humor. Honestly, though... he'd put his own phone into that gift of a phone case.
He smirked when her fingers honked his over-pronounced nose, then brought his own hand up to his face. "But this is my power nose...?" Nate quipped and feigned confusion. "Besides, not all of us are as perfectly drawn as others." He smiled, briefly, and allowed his index fingertip to press gently on the tip of her nose.
"I don't doubt her qualifications," Nathaniel clarified his concerns, "but Loki has deceived even the brightest minds." Thea was not only traveling to a snake-pit, but her companion was an actual snake. "Not necessarily..." he answered about Eva's suggestion to chat with the healer. "But someone should tell to keep her eyes... peeled."
"Yes," Nate agreed with Eva. "You should take a break..." It had been an extremely eventful... year. "I've arranged for Petr to have several of Alfheim's histories brought up from their realm." He shared without hesitation. "One of their greatest scribes actually refused to have any of his works put in the Asgardian library. Some sort of disagreement with the original librarian." Caltrops explained then remembered most people didn't care about centuries old feuds to do with book printing. "Anyway, apparently he traveled everywhere." He got to the point. "And Brayden enjoys anything covered in cheese." Nathaniel circled back to dinner - tomorrow.