Mitch was happy to see things slowing down a bit after the influx of new arrivals from both sides. The communication system had been positively buzzing as everyone checked each other out. There were people he liked, people he wanted to throttle almost as much as Sal, and people he didn't know about what to think. He was suspicious of every Niflheimer, and curious about every Asgardian.
The first trial seemed to be making most in Asgard anxious, so the library was seeing an increased number of visitors. Even Mitch, who had taken his education for granted most of his life, tried to exercise and expand his mind by practicing a few puzzles and games.
Some were a tad frustrating, however, as he shamefully admitted that for a long time he'd been more brawn than brains. Since his rowdier days, he did mature and learn that not every problem could be solved with yelling and throwing punches - living at Asgard had even improved his temper (though he could still be, uh, "explosive" at times). Still, he'd been an average student back in his world, and complex, logic-driven riddles were just not his forte.
"Maybe some food will help my brain," Mitchell muttered as he left the library in a huff. His stomach growled in agreement. Nowadays he almost needed to eat as much as Lina, as his new powers brought an increased metabolism.
The redhead stopped in the doorway as he saw someone he didn't recognize in the kitchen. Of course, this was to be expected. There were three new females in Asgard: Zeferis, Maria, and Morana. The latter he had spoken with the most, the shy girl with the sad stutter.