Frigga and Loki
"I have yet to try it," he admitted. "But one cannot go wrong with fruit and fresh bread." He set the plate down in front of him and started to pick at the grapes. For him, Asgardian fruits just had a different taste. There was something about them that was just different and that would forever be home. "But I saw you had your fair share of it. Mother, there will still be food tomorrow. Just in case you have forgotten about it." His lips quirked up in amusement. He had watched her return the buffet multiple times.