Svalin sat back in the chair and worked on a tankard of mead while she watched Solver taking in everything around him. Asgard wasn't exactly a family restaurant, but Solver was Asgardian after all. Though this Asgard wasn't nearly as noisy or boisterous as his great-grandfather's hall in Asgard.
She watched him and her wife and occasionally glanced over at Rory. The food in front of her was mostly untouched due to her thoughts being elsewhere. The appointment loomed in her mind, but some thoughts were on the man that had accompanied them.
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