"Yes, exactly. The best kind of snacks to remind ourselves of this trip. But, not talking about leaving already. We have... what, two weeks?"

She smirks a little at the look he gives her before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips then his cheek and then rests her head on his shoulder. "Probably. Your bed is very comfortable, Mr. Odinson," she says and gives him a look.

"You weren't run out of Japan years ago and now you're not allowed in Kyoto when we visit later in the week, right? Because that once happened when we visited Glastonbury years ago with my cousin, Adonis, and David." By now, she's probably told him (after a lot of whiskey) about them and what she did after their deaths.