Loki looked up from his cup to the source of the voice, his fox's ears pointing forward a bit like a dog's. If foxes could smile, he was managing to do just that without showing off any teeth. He shrugged and then took a sip of his wine.

It couldn't be denied that he liked to be frustrating and downright contrary at times, so he was limiting himself, for the time being, to no verbal communication. With his free hand (all furry and with pointed claws), he gestured at the sign. The letters shifted around til a new message took its place: There is no normal where I'm from.

And then with another flick of his hands, the sign shifted back to the original question.