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“Well, if it isn’t the one lending this old trickster gainful employment,” Loki mused through a smile woven ear to ear and between the bottle of bubbling champagne on his lips, “Any particular reason you’ve decided to visit me at home, my lady?”
Loki gestured with his free hand to the open air. “Not much to look at, unfortunately. And I haven’t the faintest for who exactly my, ahem, roommates are. But there’s enough of this Dust currency lying around for several bottles of the best champagne on the island such that I refrain from complaining too much.”
Whether that was from complacency or being often too drunk to care remained an open question.
He had his eyes on her. “Would you like a glass, O gracious newspaper organizer?”