"Kind of is, isn't it?" He'd already managed to finish one set of ribs. "Bad night for you too? I'm sorry. I know what that's like." He stood up, walked around the granite-topped island, and reached into one of the cupboards, and pulled out a shiny copper beer stein. He poured some mead into it and then passed it to Mira. "This is mostly what we drink at home," he said. "Back in Asgard." He sat back down and took a gulp. "I mean, water too, but water's nourishment. This is comfort."