It was quaint, so very mortal and lived in in a way that a lot of the homes of the gods were not. These people were trying to live a good life, so busy, so much to fit in, while the immortals left space for all the time they had. Less sentimental, because too much sentiment created hoards of mementos, and Freyr liked his living space clean and open anyway.
But this snug couch jammed into its precarious position, as if this were the entire balcony jutting out, was simply enchanting. He followed Ariadne with great curiosity, settling himself in the space provided. "How fantastic," he said with delight.