"Sure. Come on in." Normally, her refusal to enter without a face-to-face invitation strikes him as quaint yet admirable. Today he's just glad that she messaged before coming over. She might have noticed the mess - both himself and the house - and then she'd be too busy fussing over him for them to have lunch.

Not that he's terribly hungry yet, his stomach still feeling a bit unsettled, but the way his head aches means he should probably try to eat something. Maybe next time he could suggest they get Bloody Marys.

With Amelia puttering around the kitchen setting up the meal, Thor retrieves a pair of glasses and is halfway across the kitchen before he realizes he shouldn't be pouring them both an ale this early in the day. His step stutters and he backtracks, trying to look natural as he returns to the cupboard to trade them for coffee mugs instead.