"That little prank we played on the gods in America a couple of years ago?" Loki suggested. They hadn't had a chance to talk, because Loki had been too busy getting killed, but he thought she ought to have been there.

He gestured through the door he'd arrived from with the glass of orange juice in his hand. "Bar's right here. I'm afraid orange juice is all they've got for me, though. I ... have my reasons to stay away from the good stuff at the moment." Maybe she'd believe that he wanted to keep his wits about him for some plot he was working on. The truth was rather embarrassing.

"So what brings you to this peaceful little town?"