Loki follows, and pats Sigrid's shoulder gently, then straightens the bow in her hair. "It was Sigrid's idea, but I think everyone contributed. Ein suggested the cookies. With no ulterior motives whatsoever, I'm sure."

Thor is going to be beset with hugs at this rate. Eindrid scrambles across the table toward him with a soft but distinct, "Hiiiiiii Uncle Thor!" His speech is still delayed, but he's improving by leaps and bounds.

"Umm, would you like to sit and have tea--or juice?" Sigrid invites, with a half curtsey from her chair because she's trying to be a proper lady. "You can sit on the table if it's easier. The chairs are kind of huge."