When you were Prince Thor and had all that freedom to visit your friends...” Her head tilted slightly, one long ear leaning with the motion. “Were you actually well behaved, or did Asgard spend those years wondering what trouble its prince had gotten himself into this time?”
Lisandra fell quiet as Thor considered her question. Judging from the thoughtful way he chewed his pastry before answering, she suspected it was not something he had been asked often. Perhaps not at all. Her blue eyes remained attentively upon him as he spoke, her expression
were still some remaining. She was learning. “And perhaps being King makes the occasions when you can visit them feel more precious.”
She took a bite before looking across the table at him again, amusement slowly returning to her blue eyes. “Although now I’m wondering something.
a problem.”
She took another bite before studying Dianna with renewed curiosity. “You said you have friends who look different. Are they from this world, or…” Her brows lifted slightly. “Have you met others from different worlds before?”
Lisandra’s expression softened despite herself. She had expected curiosity eventually, perhaps even another barrage of questions once Dianna admitted she had no idea what a Viera was, but instead she was met with something unexpectedly simple. Acceptance without interrogation. It
reason. She absolutely did not need to investigate someone else’s food.
Probably.
“But I suppose I can forgive people for being curious if they’ve never seen a Viera before.” Lisandra paused, narrowing her eyes playfully. “Provided they don’t try touching my ears. Then we have