Spit take. Will recovered and wiped a bit of wine from his chin while he chuckled at Troy. Why had he fallen for that? He knew better than anyone about Troy’s outragous ways to start a conversation. “Damn it, Troy,” Will added with his trademarked fondness and endearment for the plant god. “I mean, it’s a possibility,” Will told the Native and took another proper drink from his goblet. “Wait no,” he realized that with all the Asgardian magic in the air, there might actually be some sort of messed up way that could happen. “No,” he abandoned his wine on the near by table then eyed the drink as though it was a villain. Anyway...
“You did a good job,” Will told Troy about the menagerie of plant life around the party. “It’s beautiful...” he admired Troy’s work then found the darker man’s darker eyes. “You wanna talk about it?” He offered simply.