Thor is still wary, on edge, but he relaxes a little when it seems that she understands. That she does not believe he's merely saying what she wants to hear. Just because he holds a grudge against her gingered ale does not mean the idea is without merit, no matter if it fails in the end or not. "Exactly," he agrees, a little bolder. "But it's a local thing, and I'm sure our human neighbors will appreciate us, er, exchanging culture."

Amelia's surprise at his agreement bothers him a little, uncertain if it's because she expected him to fight a losing battle or simply because she did not think him so weak that he would give in. Contradictory, of course, but rational thought has little say in how he feels about it. He sighs and pushes crumbs around on his plate, unable to decide if he's eaten enough to make her happy, and looks down at himself. "I... should shower."