Hello Sunshine

He shakes it with gusto "Pleased to meet you! So the camera ain't for show huh? Having any luck here, dismissing my own little trouble maker?" Now that Corrie has had time to look at him she had time to really examine Baldur. The man is... well if one if interested in men, then Baldur is their type, if one isn't then they are reconsidering their decision.

 

"Uh, define 'luck'." Does dying of heatstroke constitute bad enough luck to cancel out the really amazing pictures she's been getting? It's a conundrum. "But Eirik here's actually led me to some of my best shots of the trip."

 

Eirik grins slightly at Corrie. "...yeah, and she got some of me, too! They're really cool!"

 

Baldur shrugs " I assume getting good shots gets you paid, so that. Glad to see he hasn't just been mooching off your goodwill the entire time." Baldur gives his son a knowing look.

 

Ugh. This guy's very pretty, but the attitude seems... dismissive?... in a way that's kind of setting Corrie's teeth on edge. "Yes," she says, her smile kind of freezing a little, "yes it does."

 

Eirik snorts, sticking out his forked tongue and settling his hands on his hips. "She only bought me, like. Six hamburgers! I brought breakfast, so it's not mooching."

 

Baldur squints down at Erik "Didn't you raid our fridge?"

 

"I raided the breakfast buffet table by the RV," He huffs.

 

"Eirik, I didn't buy you any hamburgers, we had Chinese."

 

"...chinese food equivalents of hamburgers?" He hesitates.

 

Baldur shrugs "Okay, same difference. So Erik, what's your game plan?"

 

Eirik frowns, then puffs up. "I'm guarding Corrie!"

 

No he isn't, we're guarding him! Sunshine pouts.

 

"I don't think I need guarding," says Corrie, in the face of recent evidence.

 

"So...?" Baldur asks again.

 

Eirik gives Corrie a sad, puppy-eyed look.

 

"Guiding I could use, though," she allows. And oh god stop looking at her like that.

 

Eirik's tail swishes against the sandy stone of the cave floor.

 

Baldur sighs "Look Corrie, if you really are cool with Erik hanging out with you for a while, then thank you, but I don't want my puppy-eyed little guy here" He reaches out to muss Erik's hair " to interfere with your own profession and income."

 

"Daaaad," Eirik meeps.