"I like fancy hair," Una answers, which may not be entirely helpful, but she knows what she means so it should be clear to everyone, right? "With ribbons and pretty braids. Loki usedta do it for us sometimes."

Reminder of his brother's prolonged absence chips away at Thor's composure, and fortunately now that his hands are free, he can get up and refill his coffee, adding a splash of mead while his back is turned to the others. He nearly forgets to take the drops of Eir's potion, hesitant because Amelia is here, but he knows she will not judge him too unkindly for it. He washes it down with a swig of the hot brew and brings the whole pot to the table with another mug for their guest.

He sits down again, rubbing his real hand over his face and reaching out to take one of the pastries she's brought. Norway doesn't typically do breakfast, not like Asgardians do, and the lack is one custom that Thor refuses to adopt. It's not morning unless you've eaten heartily, and especially now that blackout curtains are required to get any good measure of sleep, he needs the fuel to face the day.