The hound is an easier proxy to speak to than Loki, and Thor crouches a little, offering his hand for the creature to sniff as well. His real hand, not the prosthetic. "Hello there, Thori," he says, sounding vaguely amused.

Soda isn't even close to what he really wants, but of the available options, it's the most appealing by far. He accepts the bottle with a quiet thanks, straightening back up. "...I didn't know you were into baking."