At the dining table, the Sorcerer Supreme listened in detail as Salomon recounted everything that had happened during the illusory trial.
"It was all real. When you moved the giant wolf's claw, you really shifted the tectonic plate of Helheim." Artificial Maid Dinah tirelessly brought out dish after dish. Without changing her expression, the Sorcerer Supreme consumed vast quantities of food with a speed and elegance unmatched by ordinary people. She was currently holding a carefully prepared Mexican pulled-pork taco, its filling originally intended as an ingredient for another late-night dish. The Sorcerer Supreme reached out with her greasy fingers and pinched the adopted girl's cheek, making her burst into laughter while earning a glare from the Witch. Salomon's shins were also viciously kicked several times by the two Witches.
The Witch kicked even harder when the Sorcerer Supreme shared food smeared with chili sauce with the girl.
Salomon was quite certain that the red-soled high heels he most enjoyed seeing the Witches wear had never been intended for that purpose.
"Your adventure has shed light on certain questions that had long baffled me. It seems that the cunning Odin truly dared to place his bet on Hela and Fenrir. Valhalla may have been located in Helheim from the very beginning, a natural demiplane close to the Outer Dimensions." The Sorcerer Supreme seemed to notice her disciple's embarrassment, so she flicked a finger and cleaned the grease from the girl's face. However, the Venerable One still stuffed the chili-sauce-covered pulled pork into the girl's mouth, carefully observing to make sure she showed none of the usual discomfort of eating spicy food—coughing, tearing up, or a runny nose.
"Odin knew how powerful you were, but he underestimated your limits. That allowed you to further damage Hela's seal within that mental projection.