"Only the best mead Asgard has produced this century..." he said, jovially. Literally, though, it was made last year. Brian took a long swig and then sat down opposite Catacomb. "They're small steins," he pointed out after the fact.
"I spoke with Strange a bit earlier, before the ceremony, and it seems as if we've all been slacking. I'd blame the merry-making but I haven't exactly been participating." Sip. Siiip. Gulp. "I've been a bit busy in my work, though, royal babies and mutations cropping up and working under the eyes of the Goddess of Healing," he smirked.