Loki huffed a little. “fine but I still want pickles. And no cooked vegtables. They’re gross. I demand them raw.” he sniffed before looking at them both like they where stupid. “seriously? That works?” just a hat? There’s no way that works… and you know I don’t understand what a yankees is.” Loki sighed. Sports weren’t a ting where she was from aside from the ever popular drinking game, who can puch who hardest? Then she looked at the doctor as if she was betrayed. “Four Cups?! You mean four pots.” Loki decided, nodding. “you have to mean that many… four Cups?! As in… as in…” she grabbed Tony’s coffee mug. “Four of THESE?!” she complained, holding Steph’s hand the entire time, because maybe if Steph was amused by Loki’s dramatics, maybe she wouldn’t be so worried about the medication.