After a second or two eyeing the raised glass, Loki mostly-implied a shrug, picked up the other, and tapped it to hers. "To solutions."

Without further production, he threw back the shot. It was exactly as just-about-mediocre taste-wise as he'd expected, since magical aging could never completely replace proper aging, but it was in essence what it was supposed to be: proper Asgardian liquor.