[ Loki heads over to the pizza delivery girl, tipping her fifty darian. He returns to the lounge in his hoodie and jeans with a piece of paper waving from his fingers, pleased to find Nico has succeeded in making them a nest. ]

Got her number! I think she was being nice because of the tip. [ So the number ignites with green flames and burns itself out. He kneels down next to Nico, inhaling greedily as the boxes open. ] This is exactly how I spent my nights with Verity back home, only we would have a documentary on.