Raising his head quickly, Thor plastered that ever fake, ever practiced smile on his face. It was a friendly smile, no doubt, but it was not his real and true visage of joy or greeting. It was the kind of smile someone put on when they were hurting but did not want others to see it, to know of their pain.
"Greetings," the bulked-up blond said from his seat before he got up to be polite. Thor then looked him over in return and gave a small tilt of his head.
"You must be new, I don't recognize your beard," he said with a bit of a more real smile at his tease. The beard club was a good club.