"Nor am I, normally," Loki agrees. "Although I find my physiology prevents me from taking any ill effects from all but the most powerful spirits."

He's small, tiny by Jotun standards, but he's still got a tremendous resistance to poisons. "Every now and then, though, everyone needs to indulge, don't you think?"

He chuckles, legitimately delighted by Alastor's willingness to make an attempt at stem-tying, and rises without protest to sweep across to the counter and order another bowl of cherries from poor beleaguered Ice Bear. He returns a moment later and sets them in front of Alastor, taking one off the top for himself.

"If this establishment has any cherries left by the time we're all through, I'm going to look for the magic tree they must have in the back."