"Good, good." He's pleased to hear about the greenhouse. "What's the farming like up here? Doable? And the power grid is stable?" The last thing one wants is a power outage, especially this far north where sunlight is scant in the winter months. "You have the Nexus, too, at your disposal."

Hopefully. Now it's the Titan's turn to look a touch worried. He doesn't want last winter to have set a precedent.

So far as Prometheus is concerned, Thor is being a great host. He's inside where it's warm and he's got a glass of hot mead. What else does he need? When Thor tells him to make himself at home, he also takes a seat on the couch and slumps back into the cushions. "Nice," he says, both in reference to the comfort level of the couch and the origins of the mead. "Yeah, Earth alcohol is... well, I mean, it's made for humans, it's not going to pack the same punch." He takes another sip from his glass. "Dwarves know their mead, apparently. Who's your supplier in the Nexus?"