"Did you?" Prometheus says curiously. "In all my years, I've never delivered a baby. Ah -- a human baby, anyway." He mentally rifles through the names and faces of the people that he's met before he snaps his fingers in remembrance. "Ah, yes, I do! I don't do as much with the babies except make funny faces, but I've spoken with Solvi a few times. Lovely woman." They're all lovely -- all of Thor's people -- so far as he's concerned.

It's nice to see Thor relaxing, even though part of that is because of the mead. He settles a little more himself, happy to hear that his cyclops friend is welcome, although he feels the need to confirm by adding, "Yes, but his whole one-eye thing. I know that can be off-putting to some." It wouldn't fly at all on his Earth, that's for sure. "He'd be fine in this weather, he's very hardy. I'll find him some nice warm clothes to wear when he visits." Handmade, of course. There's no Big and Tall store big or tall enough for Steropes.