Thor laughs, and if it sounds forced, it's only a little. "Brother, I've changed but if you expect me to have developed a liking for tea, you'll be disappointed." Has he drank some anyway? Yes, of course, especially when he was so shellshocked that he could not find an urge to protest. But he is on more solid footing now, and his choice of drink has become something harder-brewed than tea, and far more than he should be drinking.

The drink they shared in his house is bolstering his nerves - perhaps more psychologically than any actual tipsiness - so Thor plows right on past any such confessions. "Eir makes potions with most of them, but I guess you could make tea too. A lot of these grow wild in this part of Midgard, but it's easier to have them all in one place instead of foraging on the mountain. Every now and then, Vidar brings me some new ones to grow - he's training to be the village alchemist, but it's going to be a while, I think. Lots of our people are having to learn new professions, you know?"