Of course, when I say 'we', I mean 'you'. Evangelina, wife of Thor, entered their bathroom and spied where her husband had sunk into the bath she'd drawn for him. In her hands were earthly delights on a tray - sopapilla bars and her famous teapot, piping hot with steamy (spiked) herbal tea.
"You look comfy," she said when Thor looked her way, smiling widely. "I promised you treats," she reminded him as she placed the tray down, tub-side. Thor had been the one to bring her snacks and meals and yes, even the rare treat, when they were working back on Earth to undo Thanos' chaos. She'd spent a lot of their private time bringing him goodies ever since. He was fully submerged to his neck and his face was relaxed, eyes twinkling in the dim light of the magical torches around them. While she began to pour their tea, Zap drew in a steeling breath even before she breached the topic she wanted to discuss. Exhale. Before her business came his business: "So what was the dilemma on Vanaheim? We didn't even get a briefing before you had to leave," the queen complained out of concern.