“Hello, dearest! Did you have a good time in the flowers? Oh, that looks good–did you decide to do baking rather than botanizing?”
“No. It’s the funniest thing. I was sitting in a lily, just enjoying the sunshine, when Steve came by. He’d been baking and thought I might like one of his mother’s apple cakes.”
“Steve made this?! And brought it to you? Sigyn, I don’t like him bringing you things.”
“Oh, it was extra and he was just being friendly–”
“Too friendly! That star-spangled lunk needs to keep his eyes and his apple cake and his ‘Aw, shucks, ma’am’ act to himself. I think it’s time he and Gungnir and I had a little chat.”
Oh. I… I don’t know how to deal with door slamming. I don’t think he’s mad at me. At least, I hope he’s not mad at me… Is it horrible of me if I hope he doesn’t find Steve until he’s had a chance to cool off? *sigh* I think I need to go talk to the human female and see if she knows how to deal with ruffled peacock feathers. I can clean this up later.