Loki guessed they were nearing the coffee shop as the smell of food and what he was assuming was coffee reached them. The slightest pang of hunger hit him at the scent and the god tried to recall the last time he had eaten. Most times he would simply used a spell to make the hunger go away, the same with thirst. It came in handy when he was busy pouring over an old tome or simply acting as king. Of course he did eat from time to time and made an appearance at the many feasts thrown back home, but the younger prince was never one to stuff himself as his brother did.<br/><br/>He nodded at Deanna’s comment on too much of anything being bad for you.<br/><br/>“Something we can agree on. We all have our indulgences.”<br/><br/>Her next question had the god pausing as he came up with an answer.<br/><br/>“Not very long at all. I’m visiting rather than taking up permanent residence.” Not a complete lie. “Yourself? Have you been here your whole life?” He asked in return. Loki had never been the one for small talk, or making friends for that matter. Thor would drag him along with his companions but Loki knew he wasn’t always wanted, and often didn’t want to be there either.