[ Lipping at the hem of Chris's coat passes for goodbye, and he turns away after a good scratch to his nose. The neigh Sleipnir gives echoes up to the house where the kitchen light grows brighter in return, porch-lights flicking on in anticipation of an arrival.
Up at the house, a warm drop atop the cooling evening landscape, the whole place smells like roast meat and vegetables, the figure of Loki able to be seen moving around inside to something on the radio as he plates up their dinner. ]
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Up at the house, a warm drop atop the cooling evening landscape, the whole place smells like roast meat and vegetables, the figure of Loki able to be seen moving around inside to something on the radio as he plates up their dinner. ]