Katherine stared at the changing contents of her plate and mouthed a 'thank you' at her father - what couldn't the man do? Doors, okay, but besides that she felt like Julia McCoy and her ongoing praise about how awesome her father's magical abilities were. Kat was sure her family would have his ass kicked in seconds. Besides, they were gods. How about that, McCoy?!?
The young frost giant was ripped out of her own thoughts by her father's words. He wanted to ask him about how much was true. If he had constantly got everyone into trouble... she liked that about him. A mischief and trouble maker. Someone who did not need an army because he could simply talk someone else into lending him his. Did she want a father who she wasn't sure if he deserved her trust? No, but the trust was growing. At least, she thought herself to be safe. Did she want him to try and kill her uncle like he had done before? Heck, no. She would do more than slapping him if he touched her uncle. But did she want him to be a hero? No. Would she swap with Captain America's daughter? No. She was quite happy with the God of Mischief at her side. She didn't need him to be a good man - she wasn't even sure whether she would want that, she just wanted a good father and situations like this. A family. A place to belong. And anyone who disagreed with her choices, could fuck off.
Katherine laughed and turned her head to her father as Thor changed the subject. "You fell down Vanaheim? Yeah, I wanna hear about that!" she demanded and took a sip of her freshly conjured drink.