Loki would transfigure the overcooked food into something edible whilst Thor had his eyes turned away. He couldn't stand burnt toast and hard egg yolks, the stuff of nightmares. "You? Self reliant?" Loki did chuckle and watched Thor carefully. "Perhaps moreso now, but brother, you are surrounded by people you rely on. You have even taken my daughter," Loki observed.
He picked up a strawberry and ripened it a little with his magicks before taking a bite. "Please do not talk about mother's last hour," he said a little quietly. "I cannot stop replaying it, even after all these years. I feel her murderer got away far too cleanly for my liking."