Money was another thing Loki had never been lacking. Gold ran through the hands of the royal family like water, and the god had never thought twice about paying someone off, or offering a bribe of a silk pouch of golden coins.<br/><br/>“I haven’t been on a ship in a long time.” Loki mused as he took in the sight around him. Of all the forms of transportation Asgard had, boats and ships were not common ones aside from when there was a death.<br/><br/>Learning that the coffee shop was always this quiet had a smile curling on Loki’s lips.<br/><br/>“Few places are like that.” He said, taking a moment to glance at the list of offered beverages on the boards overhead. It seemed like a never ending list, each drink differing in name, additions, and the few that had photos varied widely in appearance. He noticed a young woman at a corner table, a book in one hand as she sipped at whatever brew she had decided on. Yes, this place could be enjoyable.<br/><br/>The place carried a bitter odor, with enough sweet to make it bearable and even pleasant.<br/><br/>“Shall we get the coffee then?” Loki asked, waiting for Deanna to take the lead. She knew what she was doing here so it was best she took the lead. “I wasn’t aware there would be so many different types.” He said, once more looking to the list of names written on the menu board. Some of them looked much fancier than others, while some looked more like a dessert.