Since Fandral had been put in charge of dinner, he'd settled on doing something relatively simple. Everyone likes pasta, right? Or so he hoped, at least.
He's stirring the sauce when he hears the knock on the door, and lowers the temperature on the stove before going to answer.
"Thor!" he beams, pulling his friend into a tight hug and patting him heartily on the back. "So good to see you, old friend. Are you getting excited for your big day?"