Thor has met very few edibles he didn't like. Loki is more than happy to tease him about his indiscriminate eating practices, although to be fair, he's almost as adventurous, himself.

"Look, it's my party, I'm allowed to set the bar as low as I like," Loki responds laughingly. Technically, it's his alternate's party, but the point still stands.

He falls silent to watch their stem tying efforts with amusement dancing in his eyes, and frankly he feels he's only further rewarded by the exchange between them after Caspar spits out his perfectly-knotted stem.

The context may be completely innocent, but between her blush and the whispering, it's easy to surmise all sorts of wild things, and he can't bite back a delighted laugh.

"You are more than welcome," he tells them, gaze flicking from one to the other. "I feel I've been fully repaid already."

"Listen, the plan for tonight, for myself and the other Loki, is to move on to liquor when we have our fill of sweets. You are both welcome to tempt fate with us for as long as you like."