Freya leans down into that forehead bump, resting her head there with closed eyes, the small smile sitting on her lips spreading into a genuine grin. She doesn't laugh, but the warmth of humor spreads through her chest, along with no small amount of satisfaction.

It's beyond tacky to say the laugh sounded like music to her ears, but in all honesty... it did. It feels like ages have passed since Freya heard anyone sound like that, so bright and happy and clear. The fact that it was Penelope's voice, so familiar and wonderful, and knowing Freya herself caused that just added to the sweetness of it.

The taller woman waits for the laughter to run its course, relishing in the contact of their twined fingers in the meantime.

"I missed you," she murmurs. "You and that wonderful laugh of yours."