She nuzzled his stomach, enjoying the sweet, tangy scent of oranges before she suddenly gasped. "My journal!" Slapping her hand to her forehead, she scooted up so that she was sitting on his lap, idly touching and fiddling with his arms, his goatee, his ears, as she spoke. "I left it with Al in the Pride Lands. I'm gonna have to get another one until they get back." Urd turned her head to glance at Genie, finally noticing she was rubbing his cheek without thinking about it.

"Ah, right. Dinner." He'd said something about dinner before she got distracted by the thought of her journal. Smiling sheepishly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, pleased that everything was back to normal. "I can watch while you make it, right? I love watching your hands work."