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[never_promised]

Loki (forget Harry Monmouth, this is Loki and he's going to keep on being Loki as long as he can) has set up a fortress of...something...at a table near the bar. A fortress of sciencey magic? Special-effectsy junk? Hot drinks and a growing pile of tissues? He wouldn't do this in public if he didn't have to, but this body is sick enough that going back and forth just a few feet between the table and the Bar is exhausting. Definitely not going to be hauling things upstairs to his room.

And what are all these things? Besides the hot drinks and tissues, it's odds and ends that are as close to Asgardian magic tech as he can get out of the Bar. (Sometimes he gets the feeling she's just being stubborn. Come on, what does she mean she can't give him a thoughtmirror crystal? It's a simple request! Ugggh, he doesn't have time to reinvent millennia of technological research.) But even for someone well-versed in Asgardian tech it might be a confusing jumble. That's...probably because he's working on two or three things at once, most of it camouflage for his real project.

Oh. And he's found time to upgrade his style. Can't do much about the hair, but he's gotten rid of the beard. And he's in green and black. It's funny how losing your ability to cast illusions makes you that much more attached to looking like your true self.

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[never_promised]

He stares at Cesario, eyebrows slightly raised. "....are you volunteering to carry all this up to my room? And then play nurse?"

[livinginmyglass]

"No," she says at once. Really? No. "For my master I would do such a thing, or for a friend, but methinks you are neither. And more, you must to bed to rest, not tinker with thy trinkets."

[never_promised]

"If you're not going to help, then let it drop."

There's a little more warning in his voice than he actually meant there to be, and he forces a laugh. "I'm sitting down. I'm drinking the posset your nurse raised you on. I am resting. --Your master must take a great deal of managing."

[livinginmyglass]

She shrinks away slightly from the warning tone. Right, alright then.

"He is-- much consumed by melancholy. He doth not attend to such things as food and drink, so wrapped is he in his thoughts." Or at least, wrapped in the idea of being wrapped in his thoughts.

[never_promised]

Loki snorts. "What kind of thoughts are they?" It's hard to imagine anyone from Cesario's world with thoughts all that worth thinking.

[livinginmyglass]

"Thoughts of love," she replies. "Which I doubt not you shall say your fine, superior land has altogether done away with."

[never_promised]

"Oh, no. We still have a few victims of that delusion. I think my brother might be one. --I am myself immune, of course," he adds, laughing.

[livinginmyglass]

"Of course," Viola agrees solemnly. "Why, wise men always are, ''tis said."

[never_promised]

"And I am very wise." He says it just as solemnly, with a pompous little nod, before winking.

[livinginmyglass]

It's so very Hal-ish, she's taken aback, and it's a moment before the surprise ebbs enough that she can manage, "O, that is plain, my lord."