Taking another sip of his coffee, Loki raised a brow at Deanna upon hearing she had never tried a honeyed cake. Surely Midgard had something similar, they had just about every other type of sweet available, many of which Loki had never heard of.<br/><br/>“Someday you will have to. They really are quite good, a weakness even.” He admitted with a faint smile. Had he not been in the company of Midgardians, many of whom would turn hostile at the first glimpse of either his true form or even a flash of magic, Loki would have easily conjured some of the cakes right there.<br/><br/>He was surprised yet again as Deanna took an interest in his hobby, something Loki had deemed a dying art as the number of people he had seen with an actual book had come to a disappointingly low number.<br/><br/>“Much of what I read is about other people, their cultures. I like to learn.” He answered. “Older books that are often forgotten can hold such gems of knowledge that most are too pleased to ignore.” As he spoke his eyes lit up, clearly enjoying the topic. As Deanna mentioned that she drew, Loki took an interest in that in the same way she had with his hobby.<br/><br/>“I would like to see, if you wouldn’t mind.” Artists were few and far between on Asgard, only a couple being hired by the royal family for portraits and other such displays. Only during festivals did one really get to see what could be created when not tied to specifications.