Thor extends his tongue out of his mouth, revealing a perfectly-knotted cherry stem on the bed of it.

He reaches up and removes it, looking all-too-proud of himself; he'd managed it dozens of times already (the last thing he wanted was to say he could do it, only to find he couldn't manage it during the live demonstration), but he still felt a smug sense of self-satisfaction every time he managed to get it right. It hadn't been easy.

"Our first batch was a test one," he says. "Still getting everything right. Neither Loki or I were distillers."