If he's not going to ask more about their past, she's content to drop the topic. She knows that Caspar is not Loki's favorite person at the moment, so it's really rather nice that he smiles and so willingly offers his congratulations. "Yes, on our world. I wish I could invite my Nexus friends, but it would raise too many questions. It's going to be a small ceremony, anyway, neither of us are big on large gatherings. I'll let you know, it'll be be soon, before tulip season ends."

How weird would that be, though, to have an actual god at her wedding? Then again, the Durants had a goddess at their wedding, and it wasn't weird. Just super, super fancy.

In contrast to the topic of her upcoming nuptials, thinking about her dreams puts a small, pensive frown on her face. "It's... mmm, I don't know, I keep having the same one over and over. I'm a deer, or I'm chasing a deer, and I'm out in nature, and it's at night and the moon is like --" She holds her hand a couple of inches above her her head, "-- right there. Following me. And everything is all silvery and thread-y. Like I'm looking at a tapestry, but super up-close, and if I try to pull back to see what I'm looking at..." She shrugs. "Well, that's usually when I wake up."

She takes a bite of cake, hoping that she hasn't bored Loki. Describing them in the light of day suddenly makes them sound more silly than strange.