An eyebrow was raised while Astrid stared at Hiccup hoisting the large can of soup onto his shoulder. Was it honestly that heavy? Then again, this was Hiccup - the walking toothpick. At least he was nice enough to offer to cook her food. Best not to tease him about his preferred method of carrying stuff.

Moving to close the microwave door, Astrid did so as carefully as she could, hoping they could forget about the disaster she'd caused and deal with it later. After soup, of course. That accomplished she moved back toward the stove, watching the boy fondly.

"That's...really nice of you Hiccup, thank you."