Katherine now openly eyed the food. "Yeah, I was thinking about making pancakes and maybe a fruit salad," she said, knowing her uncles inability to say no to pancakes. "You have a lot of skills, uncle. Cooking is not among those." She had never had a problem with openly criticizing Thor, the man's ego could take it and pleasantly, he was rarely hurt by it.
"Okay, I show you and then you tell me about Vanaheim," she beamed. Yes, she wanted all the stories. Her eyes sparkled between the two of them as she realised just what sort of opportunity she had here. This was a real family. Her very real family.
Her eyes dropped down and she bit her lip, emotions still making her body tingle. She settled her backpack on one of the chairs and began unpacking. Camera first. It got pushed to the side. She would annoy them with her demand for pictures later on. "Girly stuff," she commented as she spread the jewelry she had broken free from the vault. "An old dagger." She placed it on the table. "A gun and ammunition. Gold." Two bars of pure gold joined the rest of the collection. "And... some personal stuff from someone. Pictures. A letter addressed to his son. I think the man's name was ..." She dropped a journal and a bunch of letters onto the table and unfolded one of them. "... yeah, Gilbert. It's like a whole life story he's written down. The man had cancer and this is what he left his son or so... I'm not quite sure. It seemed interesting," she said with a shrug and looked back up at them.