At that, Freyr chuckled. "That is just not possible," he said, and went to the kitchen to try to think what mint tea he would have chosen if he was not him, but still was him. Or if he wasn't overthinking it.
When he returned with a cup of peppermint tea and a coffee for himself, he looked appreciatively into the box of croissants. "Delicious."
Who was papa for this girl? or Melinoe? He could tell Makaria was immortal, but other than that, he drew a blank. This wasn't going to work. "Listen. We need to talk. There's something I need to tell you," he said, sitting down at the table and gesturing for Makaria to do the same. "Please?"