The mead was delicious and warmed her from the inside out in that way only alcohol can. Her cheeks warmed and she didn't know if it was solely from the drink or perhaps the food or mostly from the constant attention she received from Thor. She relished the feel of his eyes on her face, his arm around her back, his lips against hers.

It grew dark and stars began to twinkle in the sky. Long since finished with her meal she had only to set down her glass out of the way before lying down in their little fort, her head sticking out so the view of the sky was unobstructed. She held out her hand in a silent invitation to join her, by her side, as she hoped he would always be. Dessert, if planned, could wait for later.