"Great. Thanks." His response is a little flat, rote response out of ingrained politeness, his mind elsewhere. More signs that it'll be good for him to have food in the house that's ready to eat at a whim, not that Thor is thinking of such things.

He pushes back from the table and leaves her to it, vanishing into the bathroom, which really needs cleaning... ugh. It can wait. Right now he just wants to get clean, to take a moment where he's not under Amelia's gaze and try to get his head in order, and steel himself for the day ahead.