“a… what?” Loki asked, confused again. “it’s still disconcerting, watching you do that.” Loki admitted, watching Johnny handle the oven hot pan. Loki could handle a lot of heat, but even he couldn’t do that. “is it bad for a dog to sleep with you?” he wondered. “do they devour dreams or something?” he wondered before nodding. “I would… like a chance to…” he hesitated and then shook his head. “maybe not this time, but I would like to… someday… tell them… tell you… why…” he admitted, running his thumb along the teacup simply for something to do. “I don’t think any of us are ready for that… I’m not ready to tell all… not yet. But I would like to start making apologies and amends for my actions… and maybe, someday, they will understand.” not forgive. Loki knew better than that, but it would make Steph happy for them to at least get along.<br/><br/>“Barton has asked that I do not speak to him.” Loki admitted. “I will ask Barnes.” he decided. He and Bucky got along well enough. “no people food?” Loki asked, his head tilted. “is it not better to feed them the highly nutritious foods?” he wondered. Surely it would be better for the dog, a canine, to eat meat? They where a carnivorous species where they not? He pondered that as he tucked into his lasagna, smiling at the wonderful flavor. “I should learn how to cook.” he decided. “Ms. Potts told me that there are classes on such things.” he admitted.