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This is Hel, sliding down from upstairs. She's a ring short, because she payed for a weeks worth of room and that was all she had. Her hair is brushed, but still in front of half of her face. Its better that way. She's also managed to get the majority of dirt and grime from the inside of Yggdrasil off of her skin and clothing.

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They make their way away from that scene as Yamino leads them back to the bar.

"I'm...hungry, sister. I hope you don't mind."

He looks to her.

"Would you like anything?"

"Oh, I don't mind. Um. I'll have a little of whatever you have." To be polite, really. She smiles at him, and touches his face, "You're called...Yamino...like this, right?"

He nods.

"Yes, that is my name in this form. Yamino Ryusuke. Rather appropriate, really."

He orders a bowl of rice and a plate of nikujaga; he orders smaller portions of the same for Hel. The meat and potatoes are solid and filling and the rice familiar. He sips on a cup of green tea after he thinks to order Hel and himself such things and turns to her.

"I suppose I shouldn't have gotten as upset as I did. I'm sorry I worried you."

"Its alright. I over-reacted too. I'm still very on edge. I keep expecting to be still falling. 'Though I'd have probably hit bottom by now." She takes a cautious bite of everything before picking something and picking at it in an attempt at eating, "I keep remembering why we didn't go among Men much."

He smirks a little.

"Too many bones for not enough meat?"

It was a bad joke...but he has to get it out somewhere. Family is always best.

It takes her a second, then she giggles and covers her face with both hands; "That was terrible...yes."

He breaths in and takes a sip of his tea.

"Am I a monster?"

"No. You're my brother. So if you're a monster, so am I. And Daddy says we're not." Its fairly obvious that Hel thinks Loki...well, if not hung the moon than stole the nail to do so. "You aren't a Man, but lots of people aren't. Elves and dwarves and giants and the gods and the Norns and everything else. Odin....he was more upset with me than with you. At least...the Odin that is in my world. Because I'm shaped like a Man, or a god, but I'm half dead."

Yamino feels the same way about Loki. As does Fenrir. As did their Hel. Loki has a way about him, one supposes.

"All right. Since you are certainly not a monster, then I suppose I am not either."

He grumbles and shakes his tea carefully at the ceiling.

"And Odin can stuff a turkey for all I care."

She thinks about that, and offers quietly; "I doubt it. Stuffing birds is hard to do without depth perception. And he's got really, really big hands." She knows depth perception. And...yes. Its a joke.

"I'd teach him if the big oaf had the sense to listen to me."

He grumbles mildly, as part of the joke.

"He probably thinks if he just hangs on a tree till Thanksgiving Day, he'll figure it out or something."

He's grinning.

She's laughing again, hands in front of her mouth and eyes squeezed closed. Not that she knows what Thanksgiving is, but still; "Or maybe he thinks he could get the knowledge by giving the Norns his other eye too?"

He imagines a blind Odin hanging from a tree attempting to stuff a turkey...and falls off of his chair.

"They'd probably..." he's laughing so hard "they'd probably...probably throw in the stuffing for getting the second one. Things like that are worth more in pairs."

She, or at least her right side, is blushing from laughing so hard. The perils of fine, pale skin; "You'd hope so! But...he might....he might mistake one of those horrible ravens for a turkey, then, and try to stuff it. Because he can't see..." She's imagining a blind Odin hanging from a tree attempting to stuff a dead raven. It makes her feel very, very good.

Yamino stands shakily, one hand on the bar to steady himself, the other to his stomach as it hurts from laughing so hard.

"The other rav-rav" he can't finish the word he's laughing so hard. Finally, he smiles at Hel.

"I think Father might fall over laughing when we tell him about this...similar to how I did."

She nods, her eyes glinting with mirth, "Oh, I hope so. I wish I could draw, it would make a lovely picture for his wall."

He smiles.

"I know just where to hang it, too. It'd be in the main hall near the kitchen. He'd wake up and wander in and that'd be the first thing right before coffee to make him laugh."

He leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek.

She turns and hugs him, hard, then nods; "Should we get some paper, then, and try to draw it?"

Yamino nods briskly.

"Bar-sama, if you would provide us with some paper and a few pencils, please?"

They appear. He hands half to her and keeps his half, shoving aside the food for the moment.

"Now...should I make his head as big as it should be or as big as it is, Sister?"

He grins at her. The mischeif seems to have taken a hold of him for the night.

She looks at his paper critically; "If you're making it according to ego, you need more paper. A lot more." Then she selects a pencil and begins a very childish drawing of Yggdrasil, and Odin, and the stuffing of a bird. She isn't lousy, she's just untutored.

"We'd have to make a little bag of paper and fill it with air if we wanted to represent his head to it's...full potential, Hel."

He grins. He looks at her paper and smiles.

"Perhaps we should see about art lessons for you, Hel-chan? Or would you rather figure things out for yourself. I know I just sort of found my spot in the kitchen and kept going, but there were times when I would have wanted someone who knew what they were doing, I'll admit."

"Um." She looks at the paper, then nods, "It would be nice. I like it, but there wasn't much to practice on at home. You know." Midgard, in the nearly-pre-history after all. "You are a really good cook."

He smiles at her.

"You can only say that after I've let you taste a few more dishes, Sister. As for the art lessons, I will have to look and see if there is anything available here."

He opens his mouth to continue...and out comes a yawn.

"The cake was good." She defends her stance, then notes his yawn and says softly; "You need to go sleep. Will I see you tomorrow?"

He nods sleepily. The emotional scene wore him out...not that he'll admit it.

"Yes, and I'll bring Father back, no doubt."

"Oh, good." She hugs him again, tightly, and whispers; "Sleep well, brother-mine. I love you."

"And I you, Hel-chan..."

He gets up and plops a sleepy kiss on her hair before bobbling out the door. The fact that he left the dishes there speaks to how tired he was.

She takes care of the dishes, and wanders up to her temporary room. She'll have to go back...but not yet.

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