Maryanne and Open
Maryanne was surprised that she felt in her element, and didn't feel out of placed. Perhaps it was because of the way she'd been treated as she helped prepare the feast, like she'd belonged in the kitchen at Asgard, and the feasting hall. One of the women had even dragged her to the side and helped her get ready before everyone got there. The woman had produced a very elegant, long, and in a deep burgundy. The ring that held up the halter bodice was in siver, as were the rings that wrapped around her middle. Her hair up in a way that let her natural curls flow. She knew she didn't feel like a sweaty cook.
All her children, except for the ones that were still adults, sat on little provided fluffy blankets at her feet. Having returned to their place in time around the same time Tony had vanished. She watched the littles as they nommed child friendly foods. Chuckling softly as they made an absolute mess. Doing her best to keep her mind on the atmosphere rather than the man that had been one of her husbands going back to meet his fate.