"Of course, for science," he grinned, amused. He would need to warn her though that most every night was a feast in some fashion. Some were just grander than others.
"Bah. We have our own science types here Jemma. I will be sure to bring you by their place of work later so you can see what they do and the magics and machines used on Asgard. Like the Soul Forge." A michievous grin formed on his face. "There's even some of the dragon still here being examined by them. They might let you observe."
At her words about the Allfather, he nodded. "Aye, we've patched things up. For the most part. He still believes protecting Asgard should come first whereas I tend to believe all the realms should be protected equally. As for terrifying, he can be. But no more so than my mother Freyja when the mood strikes her."
He laughed at her words of it being a waste of good mugs. "Not all are smashed. But the ones that are are not anything special other than to hold our mead or other drink." He ripped off a leg of the turkey and took a bite before chewing and swallowing. "I also apologize for the difference in manners you will see. It might seem...less refined than on Midgard."