Re: In terms of like, instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
They'd agreed upon Cyclamen, something of a favorite of Freyr's - mostly because it was a beautiful flower that could grow throughout the year. It was resilient.
He and Orrin had been led throughout the quaint (but still impressive) school for deformed Midgardians and then they came to a stop at the library. Quainter yet. And there was the girl he'd been searching for...
"Rhiannon," Freyr greeted his daughter. "I am glad to see you in your own element," the king beamed fondly. He pushed a pot of pink flowers toward the girl and then nodded. "With help from your friend, Perry," so many names, that one, he hoped he'd gotten the proper one. "And they weren't cut, so that you may keep them for longer... perhaps in your room on Alfheim?" Pause and smile - remember to smile. "I came to ask if you stay with our family in the palace for a fortnight or so, to better familiarize yourself with the kingdom and your relatives. A favor, to me..." Smiling! "This is Orrin, he is my adviser and a little uptight," he added, by way of introduction.