That's the joke. [He winks, stretching out his arms over his head. His smile holds steady -- as if his jaw would let him do anything else -- but it's quieter than usual.] And I could always eat. It's you I'm worried about.

C'mon. [He decides for them both, nodding for her to follow.] I know a shortcut to the mess storeroom. Y'know, where Loki keeps all the good shit.

Wanna come?