To Anora’s relief, Odin’s voice met her ears. They were still there, not vanished back into her strange dreams. With part of her still trying to convince the small bit that thought she had finally lost it that this was all gloriously real, she stepped fully into the eatery. 
	[color=goldenrod][i]What [u]now?[/u][/i][/color] she wondered, only catching the tail end of Odin’s sentence. [color=goldenrod][i]Problems in Asgard?[/i][/color] She let the door close behind her with another jingle. [color=goldenrod][i][u]Is[/u] there an Asgard?[/i][/color]
	She crossed her arms and leaned against the back of the booth separating Pahn’s seat from the one behind it as he began his answer, Anora debating on the best way to return to her own seat with Odin blocking it. She glanced to the untouched lasagna and rather soggy-looking bread stick in front of where she had been sitting. Perhaps she should not have ordered anything.
	Then, Pahn mentioned poison.
	[color=violet]“A [i]poison?[/i]”[/color] she said at the same time as Odin, only finishing the word, her voice partially drowned out by the giant’s volume. She moved so she could see Pahn as Odin took a few seconds to calm down. [color=violet]“You’ve been [i]poisoned?[/i] By who? And when?”[/color] She jumped slightly at the [i]thud[/i] of Odin readjusting himself.
	The inexplicable desire to help Pahn, and a fear of seeing him dead spread through her again. He was the answer to everything she had wanted to know, to the dreams that had plagued her, the powers she possessed, and her intense desire for something more, and he had been poisoned. Figured.
	She opened her mouth to ask what his regalia was, and what importance it had for someone to want to steal it, but then her jaw just hung open when he requested Odin's aid in crossing Styx.
	[color=violet]“The Underworld’s River Styx?”[/color] she asked instead, Odin’s reaction going unnoticed. [color=violet]“Like, Hades’ domain?”[/color]
	Her attention turned to Odin when he spoke, her brows furrowing at his change in tone. She glanced between him and Pahn, her expression softening slightly. Had Pahn lost someone? Unfamiliar with the next name he threw out, she wondered if perhaps that was the ‘she’ Odin referred to.
	Anora held her breath as she took in Odin’s defeated posture. Something about going to the Underworld that made even the blue giant, who she could not imagine having much he needed to fear, uneasy.
	When silence fell between them, she remained equally as quiet, the atmosphere more intense than she imagined the little eatery had ever experienced it. She tried to make sense of the short exchange, but the more she thought on it, the more questions it created.
	[color=violet]“What can I do to help?”[/color] she opted to ask, but her words overlapped with Odin’s. She blinked at him, trying to remember who she had heard Odin’s wife was. [color=violet]“Frigga?”[/color] she questioned uncertainty, the name more familiar to her from the [i]Thor[/i] movies than anything she had read. 
	She watched Odin reach for another slice of pizza. She shuddered slightly when his laughter pulsated through the air, worrying for a moment that the vibrations might, at the very least, create cracks in the walls. She glanced back to the counter nervously as the two continued, wondering why none of the staff had come to investigate, or even ask about--if not simply gawk at--the blue giant that had waltzed into the restaurant.
	[color=goldenrod][i]Pahn’s doing, I bet,[/i][/color] she thought, looking to him.
	She startled back when the two men burst out in laughter, missing the joke, and questioning how they had gone from such a solemn topic as being poisoned and visiting Styx, to laughing over a lost bet. [color=goldenrod][i]Okay, maybe I should still borrow Anna’s mythology book. At least then I’d recognize more names.[/i][/color]
	[color=violet]“Not to be a stick in the mud,”[/color] she began with a frown, trying to be heard over their boisterous guffaws, [color=violet]“but, uh, poison?”[/color] she gestured to Pahn. [color=violet]“Time limit? I don’t know how it works for deities, but here,”[/color] she pointed to the ground, [color=violet]“being poisoned isn’t something to mess around with. Do you know how long you have? Or, you know, maybe [i]where to find an antidote?[/i]”[/color]