“What was that?” He asked, kicking the door shut behind him.
Klondike bar wrapper forgotten, Loki bypassed the living room completely. Her bag needed to go in the kitchen anyway, and then he could get them both something to drink or snack on or both and really... kitchens were a good place to sit and talk. “Put you on the counter?” Which was exactly what he did, plopping her bottom first on the counter. Sigyn might have had objections, clearly Loki didn't. It was a counter. Which was basically a tall table. Tables got sat on all the time.
“Certainly.” He set the bag next to her and then, just because, knuckled the top of her head a bit. “Do you want anything?” Drink, snack... he didn't care.