Freya met his look with a smile and playfully elbowed her wife back. There was no harm in looking at something aesthetically pleasing to the eye, whether it was a stunning building, a beautiful flower, a work of art or the shapely rear of a young waitress walking away. They both did this sometimes even alerting one another to a sight worth letting ones eyes linger on for a moment or two. For Freya it was also her painter's eye taking in shapes and figures and storing them away in her memory for later use on canvas. Not all were of course used but it never hurt to have a buffer of images to pull out when needed.<br/><br/>The drinks were served and soon it felt almost like before, before Morgen vanished from their lives, when they were almost like three musketeers without their D'Artagnan. The first shot went down in toast of Morgen's career and his recent teaching position, not to mention the reunion of three old friends. The second Freya dedicated to the most beautiful woman in the world, her wife and down it went too. It would probably be a long evening and one that would perhaps empty an entire bottle of Lambfell Moar as it progressed.<br/><br/>She did notice Jourdan's hand lingering on Morgen's for a while longer than was perhaps just a friendly gesture but considering the way things had ended between them it was perhaps not strange that there was some residue of physical intimacy between them that neither of them could fully control. She also noticed his eyes lingering on Jourdan but brushed it away with the same reasoning. Unlike Morgen Freya knew about Jourdan's idea of a poly-amorous relationship between the three of them and had agreed that as long as that wouldn't mean she had to be intimate with Morgen she wouldn't have had any objections to such an arrangement. This was perhaps the main reason she didn't really react to the signs of intimacy between the two former lovers. She had no idea though what her wife was half-planning in the context of Morgen's return and their decision to start a family once they figured out how. The thought of using Morgen as a direct donor had not entered her mind even if it was perhaps the most obvious option now that he was back in town.<br/><br/>"We certainly did," Freya agreed when her wife left her to respond to his apology regarding having not attended their wedding.<br/>They had hoped, but not really expected him to attend, when they sent out the invitation. At least Freya had not expected him considering how things had ended but she had hoped, hoped that he would have it in his heart to be happy for them even if he had at one time expected himself to be watching Jourdan walk down the aisle and commit to loving and honouring her, for better for worse, in sickness and in health until death did them part. She had hoped but understood that he had rsvp:d and declined the invitation.<br/><br/>"It was really just a small intimate affair with family and friends. Nothing overly lavish, although Jourdan looked like an angel wrapped in a fluffy summer cloud as she walked down the aisle."<br/>It was true that the wedding had been rather low key as neither of them had wanted the big wedding. It was also true that it had been family and friends but she didn't mention that her step-father had refused to attend such an abomination and only just allowed her mother and half-sister to attend. It had been something of a dark cloud over their happiness even if Freya had never really had any sort of amicable relationship with her step-father. This had of course mostly been balanced out by the generous attendance from Jourdan's family and in the end it had been a most successful event.<br/>"We went to Niagara Falls for our honeymoon, as brief as it was since Jourdan had to work half the time," she added and playfully elbowed her wife again.<br/>"Though the shots of her in front of the falls are absolutely stunning. Perhaps you've seen them. I think they were for Vanity Fair and she was on the cover that month."