#silverhairedfreya

Alaric grinned slightly as he watched the women move towards where he sat just by the front door of his home on Asgard. He'd obviously been hiding with a bowl of the "good" food next to him and with the subtlety of a goat, nudged it behind his back, "Greetings Milady, is it me that you are here to see on this most wonderful morning?" he spoke in a happy voice, the evidence of his sneaky eating habits still noticable just in the corner of his mouth, a smear of sauce there. 

Freya fixed her dress before entering the cafe. She looked down as she entered, shielding her eyes from the sun. She chose a table in the corner with a sigh. Looking up she saw the women.