"Oh. Okay. Did it keep you warm through the winter?" Warm enough that he doesn't need a shirt. She returns his smile, then stands up and gestures to the door. "It's counter service, i'll be back in a minute."

While she goes in to order, she dwells on the reason he gave her for being in Jotun form. Does it trouble him, to be seen as one? She supposes there's a lot of baggage that goes along with looking like the enemy.

When she returns to the outdoor table, she has a cup of coffee for Loki, a mocha for herself, and a slice of chocolate cake that is more like a slab than a normal portion. She sets the cake between them before taking a seat. "It was the smallest serving they had, so I brought an extra fork in case you wanted any."

She'll probably eat most of it, though. Don't judge, she hasn't had chocolate in over two months.

"So, um... how is it going? Facing your heritage?"