He blinked. She wanted to know where he got them from. Well, he traveled a lot, but most of the stuff he managed to get was gotten in the Greek lands or near to. Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised that she asked, but it just seemed strange to not her lace her question with some condescending undertone or snide remark. “Oh, well,” Loki said and set the pelt aside, skin sit up knowing that the cold dry air would help draw the moisture out of the hide.
“If you go a bit south in Midgard... until you hit water and cross that water, you'll still be in our lands for a bit still, but then you'll hit the Celtic lands. They have some things, but mostly similar to what we have. South of the Celts is Gaul. The clime is a bit warmer, so there's more vegetation that's edible for longer portions of the year.” He looked back down at his hands, There was blood on them and while he'd normally wipe them on his blanket and just wash it later, it wasn't his blanket. And to wipe bloodied fingers on her blanket seemed cruel and barbaric. It was bad enough more parts of him were touching her blanket than she probably cared to think about.
He also didn't have a large enough, sturdy enough skewer to put the rabbit on whole. He was going to have to break it into pieces. The idea of cutting tendons and popping joints apart in her presence didn't appeal to him, but it was necessary if he wanted it to roast as evenly as possible. “Do you have any skewers? Otherwise can you hand me some sticks. I have to break this apart so it cooks evenly. It's too big in his cold, without a spit, to not be raw in parts while the outside is charred if we do it whole.”
Returning back to the rabbit, he dug the knife into the shoulder and cut through the meat to the joint until it popped free and he could cut it off completely. Loki was taking a good amount of care to be sure no blood got on her blanket. If he had time to let the rabbit drain properly, it wouldn't have been an issue, but that would take hours. Hours they didn't have in this cold. “Anyway,” he said continuing. “If you keep going south past Gaul you'll hit Rome. East of Rome and you'll hit Greece... which is where I tend to prefer to go. And about as far south as I'll go regularly, too. Interesting point to note,” Loki paused to look up at her for a moment, “Rome and Greece have the same gods, but completely different languages and names for their gods. Greece is older and they'll make every point of telling you that.”
Looking down at the task at hand, he cut off another limb. “Both tend to act all haughty and superior, but some of the people and gods alike are vibrant and fascinating. Most of those spices came from Greece. Well, at least I obtained them in Greece. Some were bartered of Phoenician traders.” Another limb removed. “Some came from Persia, which is east of Greece across the Aegean Sea. The furthest south I've ever been was just north of Babylon before it got too fucking hot to handle. Desert people. They are insane. No water for miles and yet somehow they have this paradise in the middle of it.” Last limb removed. “Never made it to Babylon. I couldn't handle the desert. It made Muspell look damn near temperate in comparison.”
Then he looked at the head. How was he going to handle that. Usually he had a large skewer with him to just cook the whole thing and then pick the edible bits off. Hmm. “You should get out more. Screw what other people say. Lectures are worth the life experience, in my opinion.”