And so the fun began. In the many years Loki had been alive, and in the number of times he had visited other realms, taken on new personas, and lead a life of lies, every time was a new adventure. It was part of the beauty of being able to alter his appearance, a new start. If only that worked so easily.<br/><br/>The offer she gave, coffee, it wasn’t something the god could ever remember having had before. He had passed a few shops advertising this beverage, clearly it was a popular choice on Midgard, though Loki wondered if it was a realm wide thing or only this city. What harm could there be in trying some?<br/><br/>“You will have to excuse my ignorance.” Loki started. “Coffee is not something I’ve ever had before.” He knew this could possibly give Deanna a reason to question him, but the risk was minor. “I assume you have your own preference as to where to acquire such a thing?” He had accepted, without actually saying yes, but it was a start. His speech already set him apart from those around them, but having been raised in the courts of Asgard, preferring the life of a scholar over a warrior, it had become part of who he was.