As Buggy slides into his seat, Loki can’t help but smirk at him. If he’s correct about anything he’s learned about the clown recently, he’s positive that the smile is a reasonable facsimile of a happy expression, though Loki doesn’t believe it for a moment. He is, after all, the king of such expressions.

“I am glad you could join me. It is nice to see you again. And I believe it is a double scotch on the rocks kind of night for me. How about you?”