As she was led about the house, Astrid once again found herself in a marveled state. The kitchen, yes - she'd have to ask about a few (or well, many things) inside it that seemed interesting. Then the living room had other objects she had no clue about. When he pointed her to the bathroom and she peaked inside, she couldn't help but gasp. A question of whether that large basin was a bath or not was answered with a yes and she couldn't help herself. What was even better about it? They could use it any time. Sure, washing once a week was fine and all, but to have a warm bath whenever she wanted?

It was as if she'd died and went to Valhalla.

She couldn't nose around however, not when he pointed toward what would now be their room and without a moment of hesitation she stepped inside when the door was opened for her. Now this seemed a bit more normal to her. The room itself was rather simple, with a bed, technically big enough for two scrawny Vikings and a table by it, along with other bits and pieces of furnishings here and there. What was different about the bed was that it looked, well, soft - and there weren't any furs covering it either. Curious she wasted no time before climbing up atop the mattress, flopping back with her arms spread eagle, head hitting the pillows.

"It's so...comfortable! And....springy?"

The thoughts that ran through her mind were easily readable on her face as she scrambled up onto her feet, balancing atop the bed. There was only one last thing to do which was, naturally, to start jumping. It really was springy, and the sound of the springs in the mattress squeaking slightly attested to that as she laughed in delight.

"This is amazing! Who knew you could jump on beds?"