"Hello to you, too," Thor says, as he steps inside his brother's room, shutting the door behind him. He looks at his brother whose Ice Giant form he's rarely seen, then down at the towels at the floor with a look of resignation.

As instructed, Thor sits down, folds his legs, and sets the bowl in his lap. He feels much younger than his 1500 years now and his next few words don't do much to make him feel less like a pupil in need of instruction.

"Now what?"