Loki nodded at the water as he took his menu, then returned his eyes to Mary. "What kind of little miracles?" he asked. "it's hardly a miracle is someone starts a fire. All you need for it is steel and a piece of stone, isn't it? Or matches. Or a lighter. Pick your favorite."

He really wondered about the miracles. Something else was strange about her reaction, too.

"Doesn't the other one - the second Loki - or the first, to you, I guess, light fires once in a while?