Thankfully Deanna didn’t question him, though there did appear to be something there, something not said. Either she was more reserved, which to Loki wasn’t a bad thing, how many things had he kept to himself (and still did)?<br/><br/>Following what was being said, Loki nodded as Deanna confirmed his assumption.<br/><br/>“Lead on then.” He said, letting her take the lead. It would be a new experience, one in which Loki was unsure of. The way Deanna described her own order, Loki wondered just how many varieties and ways of taking one’s coffee there were. How was he to know what he liked? He knew he had a sweet tooth, honeyed cakes and sweet wines being a favourite of his on Asgard.<br/><br/>“So you are dependent on coffee?” The god asked, wondering how true this was of others. There were those on his own realm who were dependent on things such as ale or mead from the time they woke in the morning, or later, until they fell to their beds or wherever they landed. If that were the case, this coffee could be a dangerous substance indeed.