They ordered vans of the damned things, and trucks of beers from the local town. Far swankier than our little party the other night, I'm sorry to say, and all paid for in gold. Never let it be said that Asgard stints on payment!

[ Laughing along with Billy, Loki relaxes by degrees until the awkwardness from earlier feels distant (even if he still wants to kiss him, refraining). ]

Personally, I was always partial to quail.