But you will stay for the six beers, that's what I'm hearing.

[ Another wave to the coffee table this time and, lo and behold, the drinks shimmer into being, one by one. Bottle-opener included. Loki looks amused at Owen as he finishes his meal and sits back on the couch, legs drawn up underneath. ]

Now I really do feel like a wicked witch luring in travellers just to toss them in my oven, but instead of a candy house it's a bar.