“...can I give away anything at all?” Loki wondered. He sounded very curious. His brain was running a million miles a minute. “i’d like to talk to you about that some more later, Pepper. If that’s okay?” Loki asked, thrill running through him. Now he knew exactly what he wanted to do. He’d have to get help, he didn’t know how to make it all work but he knew what he wanted to do with the vast amounts of money rotting in the bank. “it feels weird actually.” Loki admitted. “although, if we’re going by human years I’m actually the youngest. Jane did the math.” he grinned. “if I was human, I’d be like. Twenty one? Twenty two?” and didn’t that explain so much.<br/><br/>“would now be a bad time to admit that I have asgardian Mead?” Loki asked, smirking before looking at Pepper, startled as he opened his mouth to rebuttal before blinking. Closed his mouth, thought about it for a moment and then stared at Pepper again. “you know… it hadn’t occurred to me. But I think your right!” he admitted. “I don’t think she would have taught many of the noblewomen but her ladies in waiting have always had sort of a feeling about them.” he admitted.<br/><br/>“this is my favorite part of the spa.” Loki sighed as he sank into the chair and allowed his feet to soak, nibbling on fruit and sipping on champagne he’d charmed non-alcoholic, letting them smear cream all over his face and simply luxuriating in the soothing motions of a long foot massage and pedicure followed by hand massages and manicures. “you guys want to grab lunch after this?” Loki offered sluggishly. “there’s a great place down the road that Johnny took me to once. It has all kinds of fancy food that goes around a conveyor belt. Sushi and soup and desserts and little fried shrimp and all kinds of neat stuff.”