Frigg is excited that Baldur, her youngest son, is finally building his own mead hall and leaving home. Odin warns her not to say goodbye just yet. Baldur lacks the fortitude to deforest a hillside and transform it into a wooden palace of drinking, boasting, and rowdy romping. Right now his little lordship is probably apologizing to some robin for even thinking about disturbing her nest. Meanwhile, Thor is wondering where to put the 30,000 used tires that Baldur ordered for his ecofriendly mead hall.