Maybe it was my wishes succumbing to the fresh ideas you incorporated, who knows. Either way, I save a bomb on razors. You craving Eggos? I am.

[ In the pub the lighting is softer than outside in the harshness of day, last night's debris and party-goers long gone and the morning shifters in already to take Loki's order at the bar. He asks for more food than any one person should be allowed and hands Billy a menu. ]

Anything you want.