Iðunn heaved an exaggerated sigh, foregoing a chair to       instead flop down on the ground where she'd stood. "My       home is truly beautiful," she told the other, an arm flung       across her face as part of her dramatics. "-- An orchard       full of golden apples, with grass and a lake and the sun       shining down from the bluest of skies."       Her bottom lip then jutted out in a petulant pout. "But this       place... This place is a boring dump."