and again at the entrance of the restaurant.
"Where can she be? I am sure I told her 7:30 p.m." I mutter to myself as I go through the numerous disasters and ill begotten bad omens that could signify Bree's delay.

Finally I see her enter and give her coat to the coat check. I wave to her and get her attention. She smiles and waves and makes her way over to the table. We exchange pleasantries and a kiss on the cheek. Of all of Odin's little playmates he calls angels, Bree is by far my favorite. But then, she has never tried to run off with the Allfather like Freyja has on so many occasions.

"Bree darling, you look wonderful tonight!" I tell her as we settle into our seats. A young waiter approaches our table and takes our order.

"Excellent choices my lady. May I suggest a Chardonnay tonight?" he says.

By all means, but let's have something from the allfather's personal cellar?" I add.

"But of course Lady Frigga" he says. I lean over to Bree and speak.
"We won't tell the old goat that we are raiding his personal stores." I say. Bree laughs at my comments.

The waiter returns and begins pouring our servings of wine.

"So what is the special occasion my lady?" Bree asks. I smile and speak.

"It's Yule and I want to plan a special party and I know YOU are the best at doing just that sort of thing........."