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She was. Ohhh, she was loving every minute. The woman just kept throwing clothing over the door for her to try. She didn't even need to tell her what her size was! IT WAS WITCHCRAFT. And when she finally decided on a whole outfit, and opened the door, Freya was dressed in such a soft, warm outfit, she was cuddling herself when she came out.

"Hooter, look at this, I looks like I belongs with yeh now." She coo'd, turning herself around for him to get a good look. The entire outfit just screamed home-made, and yet when she wore it, she felt just as trendy (and, well, maybe just a little hipster/flower girl) in it.

The trailing edges of the shirt flared around when she twirled. "What yeh thinks? Duu yeh thinks yehr parents will likes it too?" She blinked up at him owlishly, her words dripping with hope.

"Cheater!" Freya looked remarkably disappointed in Kettil's answer, despite it being all possible reviews. The old saleswoman, however, seemed undeterred. She ushered the ghoul back into the dressing room, and slid a pair of boots under the door. Freya made a sound that was, perhaps, not quite human, and immediately put them on. Several minutes later, after choosing the right outfit to go with the boots, she came back out.

With a colorful native skirt and what she would soon consider her new favorite boots ever, Freya twirled to give Kettil a look. "What yeh thinks about this one?"

Freya slumped, and rolled her eyes.

"This is why I goes shoppings with ghouls."

The old woman had a similar expression, understanding that feeling all too well.

"Ach, well I likes them. I takes those two outfits and these boots, please?" Happy to oblige, and still having not said a single word this entire time, the woman started to collect the items Freya had not chosen to put them away, while Freya took her belongings to the register and pulled her wallet out of her purse. "These boots, they feels so nice, I thinks I will wears them out." She didn't know if she was going to take them off at all, while she was here.

Freya counted her seeds, carefully, down to the last one. She had juuust enough! She zipped her empty satchel up and gave Kettil a mournful look.

"I don't knows," she murmured. "Is just.. so important teh me.. that they really duu loves me." Her skin flushed red. "I wants.. teh be.. exactly what they wanted for yeh."

The old woman gathered up the silver seeds quickly and wrote out a receipt.

Freya laughed, a high pitched, nervous giggle. "Ja..." Part of Freya's desire to make Kettil's parents love her like another daughter is that she was legitimately worried about her own parents. They weren't.. as gentle and understanding as Kettil's. They were obnoxious, and loud, and made their opinions known.

And her father had pretty much called Mot a useless twig.

Walking out of the shop with her new boots, her feet felt weird, and she kicked each leg out a few times. "They has no heels.." She muttered. "I feels so short!"

Freya squealed like a child when he picked her up, and she clung to him, peppering his neck with kisses. "So." She murmured into his skin. "Yeh likes my legs, hah?" She wiggled in his arms.

And then her stomach growled.

And she stopped wiggling and made this face.

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The idea of going back home so soon, especially when Onyx may still be there, did not appeal to the valkyrie. "Yeh takes me somewheres here, somewheres yeh used teh eats lots okays?" Yet another way to get to know her Muut, one of a million little things. "And yeh orders for me, yehr favorite meal."

Maybe not the best idea, but..

Freya lifted her hands in the air victoriously. "THIS IS THE PLACE THEN!" Not only was the sign adorable, but it was a place Kettil ate at a lot! "Can we sits at yehr favorite seats? Okays? But I wants teh sits where yeh usually sits so my butts goes where yehrs was."

Kettil's ghoulfriend was batshit crazy.