"Heil og sæl," Freyja repeated with a bright and easy laugh as she led him into the kitchen so he could put his things down. "It's an Old Norse greeting," she said, and her accent still held the memory of that land. "It means 'healthy and happy'."
Honkers was no longer on the breakfast bar, and she cast a casual glance around to see if she could spot him causing trouble. She couldn't, which was trouble of its own.
"I'm sure I'll be as healthy as an ox by the time you're done with me," Freyja said, daring to have a peak into his bag of supplies.