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Freya stormed on the train and picked out a good seat, taking the window seat and shoving herself in tight. Then she put her hands on her knees, and looked up at Kettil sweetly as he followed, innocently waiting for him to put their luggage away with the serene and cute face of a person who hadn't just almost thrown him onto the train.

"Very!" She piped up, clapping her hands excitedly. "I am glad they knows now! Did she says anything else? It sounded like she was tellings yeh somethings and yeh looked like yeh were guilty. Did yeh duu something naughty, Hooter?"

Freya was torn. "She has every right teh be mad at yeh for not tellings her sooner! I can't believes yeh were goings teh takes me over without telling her." She wanted to scold him just as hard, but he'd also just admitted he was naughty, and that made her want to cuddle him. So she was terribly, terribly torn.

In the end, she settled for the best of both worlds, turning her back to the window and curling her legs up underneath her so she could pull him into her arms and cuddle him with a very stern face. "I hope she knows this wasn't my idea. I don't ever wants her teh thinks I would be so bold as teh just comes into a house uninvited." In fact, her entire family would disown her for such dishonor.

She didn't look like she would ever forgive him.

For like.

A solid ten seconds.

Then she melted around him, her lips pressing against the closest skin she could find, and she tucked him into her body and nuzzled her chin into his neck. "I forgives yeh. Maybe. If yeh makes me look like the best ghoulfriend ever in front of yehr parents." Yes, she was going to need all the help she could get, for that one. Now she was glad Kettil had packed for her.. she didn't trust her own fashion sense.

Then her stomach rumbled. She hesitated to bring it up, because he was so warm against her, and the train had begun to move, and everything felt so cozy and comfortable and why didn't they just bring trollies around like they do in the movies..

She liked the sound of that. She liked it very, very much. Her eyes were pulled to the lips that spoke those words, and the breath that escaped them, and she bent in, the gravity of an impending kiss reeling her in, when-

What.

What.

Did that just.

Did she just summon a trolley vendor with her mind?

And then the smells of the cheap, microwaved goodies from the trolley hit her like a brick, and her stomach growled again. "Yes please." She squeaked out quietly, despite the fact she was an inch away from kissing Kettil on the lips.

A warm flush of color filled Freya's cheeks when Kettil leaned in and finished what she'd started, right in front of the old woman. She giggled when he pulled away, rubbing her eye with one fist childishly before she crawled over the seat to see what they had. "I didn't even thinks they would has a cart comings through. But I was hoping." She gave the woman a huge smile, before picking out a little box of something that looked like it might have been meatloaf at one time, and a bag of chips. She grabbed a bottle of water last, and then put them all down to go fishing for the silver to pay for her food. "It must be fun, travelling around with the train! Yeh gets teh sees a lot of things, ja?"

All of Freya's silver seeds fell to the floor.

She stared at them for a moment, before looking up at the woman tottering away, and then glaring at Kettil. She leaned in, her entire face pinching in what could be misconstrued as an angry foxfire, before she stuck her tongue out.

"Best be careful, little boil." She growled at him playfully. "Or I'll get used teh yeh spoiling me."

She kissed his nose and then bent down to pick up her silver seeds before they slid away.

Freya rolled her eyes and took the last silver seed, plucking it back up from the ground just in time to feel the hand curve around her rear end. This act in and of itself did not surprise her - in fact, it was only when Kettil squeezed that Freya's eyes widened and she let out a choke, her head jutting up quickly only to smack against the seat in front of her. She pulled back and sat on her seat, rubbing her head as she stared at him, before both of her legs flipped up and plopped down on his stomach, digging her heels in.

"Cheeka!" She screeched, trying not to laugh as she attempted to maintain some decorum. "We're on a train, not in a bed. Yeh better not pull some of those tricks when we're over at yehr parents house, yeh knows." Her heels shifted, moving lower, positioning themselves comfortably between his legs. "Or else I'll have teh fights back."