[Freya listened, her head ever-so-slightly tilted to the side, finger quietly tapping on the table. Freya still felt bad about that whole mess, even if she was sure she wouldn't make another choice. It was... hard, hearing and seeing May like that.]

Yeah, pretty much. [She agreed bluntly on a sigh, leaning back in the booth. It's been a hell of a rocky year between them.] But as long as the ice didn't do any lasting harm, yeah? [Freya started to say something, paused, and glanced towards that same band May was not-really watching.] Look. I wish we could've done that different. I didn't--I don't want to hurt you like that. But you've got a talent for bein' more stubborn than I am, and that's really saying something.

[There's traces of humor in there, softening the criticism. Freya slid the menu back across the table.] Whatever you think I'd like. You know the selection better than I do.