Fjorm blushed softly as the trays were uncovered.  There was enough food for five people, a variety of foods from chilled salad with apples and berries to a tender roast that practically melted in the mouth to a creamy whip with raspberries.  Honey butter accompanied freshly baked loaves of bread and delicate candies as fine as spun silk took up a tray all of their own.<br/><br/>"Legendary hero or not, you've taken on feats that earned you a place here.  Do you argue that you didn't save me when we first met?  That you didn't quench the flames of Muspel and kill Surtr once and for all?  That you didn't challenge and defeat Hel, Queen of Death?  That you didn't save my life -again- by finding the dragon of Nifl and convincing her to heal me after learning I put my life essence into your weapon so Surtr could be defeated."<br/><br/>She was only two glasses of wine in, and already she was showing signs of getting drunk.  The shoulders of her dress had slipped down, revealing more of the white and gold lace underneath, and revealing quite a bit of cleavage.  She blushed, realizing she had not been paying attention to Haru.  "Gunnthra is to be queen, not me, so it's not like I have to marry royal unless I want to," she giggled.