Speaking of oddities in the food genre, you know what I've never understood? Pez. There should be a Pez of me, I'd carry it everywhere.

[ Loki knows the way to Billy's bedroom, having lounged around in there with their own night-time sky during the gaming party. He seems to be at home as he picks up his boots to take along (and only those, owing to their worth) to place beside the bed where he strips off his towel to ruffle his hair dry, unashamedly naked in front of the window. ]

Could they do that? Make me a plastic little head to hold all the Midgardian candy I please.