Though Thor was locked out of the Nexus during the storm that ravaged the Nexus this past winter, he's heard enough about it to know that he definitely does not want anything like that to come to Asvera. Winters in Asgard were usually rather mild, just cold enough for snow, and from what he has been told it should be similar here. Still, with the problems of supplies and finding suitable land to grow anything, it's a concern that's been raised more than once in the few meetings he's had with what's left of his council. "Working on it," Thor mumbles in response, hoping he doesn't too worried. "We're getting shipments from Oslo. Food and such. And building a greenhouse."

Whether that will be enough come winter, well, that has yet to be seen. Many things in the village are a work in progress, and it's fortunate they have an existing framework to build from, rather than starting from scratch.

Once he has his drink in hand, Thor does not hesitate to make himself comfortable on the couch from force of habit. "Make yourself at home," he adds, realizing a little belatedly that he's not being a very good host. That happens a lot, these days. The commentary on the drink gets a small smile out of Thor, a little too eager to talk about anything that isn't directly related to the tragedy overshadowing his entire being. "It's dwarven, from Nidavellir. Earth booze is nice but it doesn't really cut it." He takes another swallow, most of his glass already emptied despite having just sat down. "Thank the Norns I can still get it through the Nexus."