Thor is familiar with popcorn from his time with the Avengers, and a handful of occasions that Stark had called 'movie night.' While he hadn't completely understood some of the movies he's been shown, Thor had still enjoyed the experience at the time. So he nods slightly, as he approaches the water's edge to rinse his hands clean in the cold sea before they head back.

The path back to his cottage would have taken them past the grocery anyway, so it is no detour to stop there on the way. The store is quite small, and the aisles are well-sorted, though the labels on the shelves do not often match what is being kept there, the distribution managed by a single Asgardian woman who is occupied with sorting the latest shipment of dried goods and putting them away. A child toddles along in her wake, a little boy who looks to be around three years old, grasping at the train of her skirt as if he cannot stand to be separated from her.

The woman looks up at the sound of the door opening, and does a double-take when she sees who has walked in. "Your Majesty," she greets him, surprised. Her gaze flicks over the two women as well, recognizing Harley from her presence around the village, though not the green-skinned woman with her. "Is there something I can help you find?"