Your beefy muscles will protect your tender heart, I'm sure.

[ Loki sets up the stove and finds the pans they need, oil and such. His appliances out here run by themselves with some help from the same magic that keeps his phone permanently at a high battery, although they behave as normal. What Owen doesn't need to know won't hurt his mortal brain unless he goes sniffing about for plug sockets.

Tilting butter around a pan, he shrugs a shoulder. ]

Perhaps I grew tired of the coffee-shop lifestyle too, this week.