Re: In terms of like, instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
Humbug, Orrin, humbug. Not bring gifts. Hmph. Okay, finally: "Flowers it is. We shall stop on Asgard and make our request of Hemlock." He could grow Freyr whatever he asked for, after all. Done!
"Yes, yes," Fjolnir. Had Freyr thought ahead further, they might've brought the boy along. Perhaps it was not too late. No... his sometimes-sour face might not be the best foot to put forward in winning over a young lady. Ha! "Unless they get on well and decide to conspire against me!" He clapped Orrin on the ribs (fairly) lightly. "Well, clip-clop," he said without looking back at the centaur and then took a few steps as if he himself were a horse as he headed up the ramp of the metal beast. "Maybe we will see your colorful little minx upon our quest for flora!" he laughed as he looked back, finally, and shot Orrin a wink and may have jostled his pelvis.