Bragi was, to say the least, a bit disappointed. Thor wasn't playing along at all, and Tyr... left. That was understandable, he supposed, since his brother was being summoned by what appeared to be a giant box of wine. It wouldn't do to deny wine. Wine had a tendency to get even, as he could personally attest on many an overly-bright morning.
"Are you sure you won't guess?" he asked Thor plaintively. He really was rather proud of his costume, and he'd like someone to appreciate it. That wasn't too much to ask, was it?