Loki started out of his miserable thoughts at the sudden appearance of his other self. He really should pay more attention to his surroundings.

"Apple juice," he replied trying to sound care-free and happy. "Want some?"

He didn't mention that it had been a close thing. When he'd arrived he'd actually impulsively ordered mead, but the barkeeper had looked so confused that Loki had remembered himself just in time and pretended it had been a joke.