Nora eyed him carefully over the rim of her glass. She swallowed her drink, eyebrows high, "You tried her pancakes, hm?"
She laughed a little too much at her own joke and stretched out her legs to prop them up on the chair across the table from her. They'd been seated with Charlie and his girlfriend, but after some muttering and grumbles about how tight his tie was, Charlie had whisked away his fairy of a girl. Nora didn't mind their absence, it was actually helping her good mood, and she swirled the rest of her drink, making a whirlpool inside the glass.
Octavius' drunken excursion and marriage however was a topic that even Nora and Charlie could agree on. It wasn't funny or hilarious within the first few weeks after it all had gone down (for either of them, really, Nora had been rather silently miffed), but she believed and apparently so did Octavius, that enough time had passed to joke (lightly!) about the topic.
Though, really. Brunhild? Could she have been more German?
"I think you're going to have to start running women by me and Nona," Nora said with a quick nod, taking another drink. She pointed her glass at Octavius, looking quite impressed with this idea, "We'll make sure 'makes good pancakes' is on the list of requirements."
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