This was going to be either a complete disaster or they were going to discover that he had some insane cooking talents when he was high as a kite. Either way it made for distracting Frigga good and she was pleased by it. She settled on a stool pulled up to the island in the middle of the kitchen and she rested her chin on her palm as he went about cooking.. or trying to, anyway.
"I will, one day," she mused, though she was weary of it with the baby in her. She wanted to be sure the baby was born healthy before eating something possibly strange and new for the mortal body. She tapped her fingers against her chin.