"Loki is teasing because I got a little tipsy after splitting a bottle of wine with him the other night." He nudges Loki in the ribs with his elbow, smiling affectionately over at him.
"Come in, come in, we'll start the mead while the pasta finishes boiling. It should only be another ten minutes or so, and then we can eat."
Fandral pushes Thor towards the couch while he goes back to the kitchen to check on the pasta. "Loki, get some glasses. You know where they are better than I do."