"Wonderful", Loki said. "I love mead." he savoured the word as if it actually had some taste to it. He had tried a number of drinks since he had escaped, and most of them were fine if you wanted to drink in order not to stand out somewhere, but they were hardly anything that he would have ordered just to enjoy it. On the other hand... maybe he should wait until he had tried the local mead before deciding that it was good. After all, no one knew what the local folk might come up with to ruin a perfectly good drink.

He turned back to Mary Hodges. "Shall we, then?" he asked politely.