"He refused to believe he was supposed to impersonate a pony, and thus refused the pony cart," Loki apologized, a smile growing around the corners of his innocent expression. "I haven't quite managed to get an order in for a dog cart, yet - it seems they mostly are made in Europe, and for all that it shouldn't be so very hard to transport one here, there was some froufarah and faradiddle about customs." How silly!
Whether or not this counted as belated, this was when Loki offered her his hand. "Hello," he added, rather more wryly. "Lovely to actually meet you, and I'm Loki. In case you thought, perhaps, that was actually him." Grin.