Thor liked dogs well enough. Who didn't? And it wasn't like Digby was any trouble at all. He could keep the little one from stealing his food easily enough. Ruffling Digby's ears again, Thor paid the pupper no more mind and turned back to Ned, who was now speaking. "Are you a chef, Ned? I thought I smelled pies earlier today, but to be honest, I've not yet worked out most of the rules of this place."
Ned's offer was generous and Thor didn't want to refuse, but he couldn't really eat that kind of thing anymore, not if he wanted to get back to his best. Shaking his head, he offered Ned a little smile and then washed down the last bite of his food with some water.
"I would love to, friend, but I cannot. I have no... self control, I suppose you could say, when it comes to snacks and sweet things, so I try to abstain, lest I end up looking like... What was that slug monster in Star Wars again? Jabra the something? Someone the Butt? Something to that effect."