When she comes to sit, Thor lifts the blanket enough for her to scooch under, fitting her neatly along his side beneath his little fabric refuge. It's not particularly cold in the room, but it is cozy, a soft cocoon they can both share as they sip at their drinks. One arm finds its way around her shoulders, fingers absently playing with a loose strand of her hair, the other occupied with the mug.

"It's very good," he agrees easily, inhaling the aroma wafting from the mug before taking another drink of it. It's still not coffee, but it is delicious, and so far removed from anything that might distress him that he can enjoy it for what it is. "Of all the things Earth has to offer, chocolate is among my favorites." A small smile touches the corner of his mouth, and he touches a soft kiss to her temple. "Reminds me of how we met, too."