Lagertha watched Grantaire's face as he took in the image she was showing him, a smile lighting up her own visage. She had never known any foreigner who was not suitably awed by the Kattegat. It was beautiful and the more she saw of the world, the more she appreciated that.
Lagertha laughed again at Grantaire's quip, tucking her phone back into her pocket and lifting her coffee cup to her mouth to take another sip. "Be quiet and eat muffin," she chided in response to Grantaire's teasing tone.
"Perhaps we will go to Paris one day, so you can show me your Ponty Enna. I will see if I think it impressive." Lagertha had been wondering for a while whether she would like to leave Lawrence and see more of the world, places she had heard of but never thought she would be able to visit, like Frankia, Særkland, Arran and Galicia. The Mikaelsons had explained modern travel to her, the way people could fly through the air in big, metal birds, reaching their destinations in a matter of hours. Ragnar would have been awed at the prospect. Lagertha was awed at the prospect. How had the world become so small, so accessible, so tame? She wasn't sure whether she liked it or not but, while she was here, she thought she might as well grasp the opportunity to explore as far and wide as she possibly could.