[ Waggling eyebrows at the zen guru comment, he piles a hearty meal onto a plate and slides it over to Sam, a bacon roll made for himself; with a casual wave of a hand, the washing up goes one step better, and vanishes altogether with a faint green mist.

Leaning on the counter, he munches his floury roll thoughtfully. ]

I wouldn't know, I only arrived today, but I find it's best to always make use of a situation no matter how it comes about. For example, there are a lot of angry people stomping around indignantly at either of the castles, demanding their right to go home. Are they doing anything productive? No! Not at all. Not like us.

For we ...

[ He drops a piece of bacon on the counter, sucking his fingers clean as he finishes off the rest of his meal. Above the discarded strip, the air dances in shades of green once more as the same fingers caress the barriers between realms that has a stronger signature at the Station, a bright heat fissuring in place. (Strong fairy magic, but I know this tune.) The little bright sparks die down when Loki pops the remaining meat in his mouth, eating it cheerfully. ]

We're learning all sorts of secrets over breakfast.