[ Loki's food is good, probably not the best in the Ten Realms, or even the best in Drabwurld, but the cheese is creamy and the chicken is crunchy and it has its own Midgardian comfort food flair that he had managed, somehow, to retain.

out of all three of Loki's imps, Moe's probably the meanest, occasionally digging through Loki's pockets unhappily or taking his things until he's satisfied. they're useful, and they listen as much as imps can listen. (better when they're offered little gifts.) Moe hisses and makes a grab for the fork, holding on to the stem until he's shaken off. after that he slinks around the corners and stares at Hiro with possibly murderous imp intent (that really doesn't mean much of anything while Loki's there). Loki just scoots him out of the way with his foot in his pursuit of a bowl. ]

If you were interrupting something I wouldn't have shown up. You would've gone sad and cookie-less for another few days. [ he makes a halfway sign with his hand. ] Depending on what.