[ Loki is absolutely casual as he goes along, loosening the warm cookies from the hot tray. admittedly, the cookies never really turned out to be anything stellar. instead there was always some kind of inconsistency that made them fall below the line of anything that could be made with modern cookware. they were too crumbly, they flattened out too much, there wasn't enough crisp, they didn't spread—this time they were a little doughy, but Loki would take that. ]

Do I?

[ he wiggles the spatula under a few of the cookies. ]

Were I to deny you, we'd be back where we started. We've gone from the realm of chance and choice and into do it or lose. We're no longer afforded the former luxury.

[ heavy words for someone who's nibbling on a cookie. ]

Either it's done, or we fail.

[ and he doesn't like to lose. ]