[ It's such a casual touch that Loki initially thinks nothing of it, instead scanning the place for any seating that isn't squished between bodies -- slim pickings. ]
Oh, certainly. I'm right at home.
[ Light as it may be, there's no attempt to hide the sarcasm.
Another party enter behind them; Loki grabs Wanda's arm, not unkindly, to usher her aside and let them pass with minimal jostling. They smell of sweat and burnt coals -- blacksmiths from the look of them, men and women alike -- and call for mead as they somehow make themselves right at home on a table that's already bursting with other patrons.
He glances down at Wanda. ]
You'd better pick a seat before they're all taken.
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Oh, certainly. I'm right at home.
[ Light as it may be, there's no attempt to hide the sarcasm.
Another party enter behind them; Loki grabs Wanda's arm, not unkindly, to usher her aside and let them pass with minimal jostling. They smell of sweat and burnt coals -- blacksmiths from the look of them, men and women alike -- and call for mead as they somehow make themselves right at home on a table that's already bursting with other patrons.
He glances down at Wanda. ]
You'd better pick a seat before they're all taken.