Thor generally tried to ignore any harsh feelings that may or may not be between Frigg and Jord - and did nothing to fan it either. He wouldn't do that. There was some trouble just not meant to be stirred up.
"Tell me about that one," he said with a chuckle and raise of his brows. I was working in Pennsylvania and my company sort of... went under, as it were, which is why I'm back here trying to locate a source of income and an apartment before I run out of much-needed money. Things are not as easy as they once were for us, and I'm not sure I'll ever get used to that." Or, at least he'd never get used to not having his massive house and everything in it anymore.
But he paused, grinned softly and placed a hand over his chest, "Oh," he said, "you know you just said the magic word - mead. How could I say no to that?" Not that he intended on drinking that night but... well, it couldn't be helped. Now all he needed was for someone to kill a rather large animal and stick a spit through it and he'd be content. Where was Baldr when you needed him?