"Where did you get the set? It seems a nice one." Thor appreciated finely made things as most did, and he hoped to cut off more of the slashing back and forth. He eyed them both and the balloons and rubbed his face some. Suddenly glad he did not have a balloon that would have likely said something about their relative maturity levels.
Thor dropped his eyes to Garm and nodded, one hand held out, palm out and open. He felt dogs were under-appreciated, and he had one of his own, the one Natasha and he had rescued. He enjoyed taking care of it and playing with it. He smiled as he "Darcy is a good woman and Jane as well. I am sorry to hear of the one's sickness." He would have to reach out to her. It had been some time. He did not look at Loki for that, not having talked to his brother of things involving them, yet. He did not want to stir where pain may lie.
"The oddness and magic of the OC are part of it's charm. Yes, darkness comes with it, but all thins have both darkness and light within them, and one cannot truly appreciate joy until one has tasted sorrow." His eyes darkened for a moment, remember sorrows of the past, and pains unnumbered, before he forced a smile and looked to them both again.
"If you stay here long enough, you find both nightmares and treasures, but it is up to each of us to choose which we embrace." His voice emphasized those words, before he raised his tea cup to sip.