One might think that Loki would be upset at having someone, anyone, laugh at him, but that wouldn’t be anyone who had gotten to know him recently. Still, he narrows his eyes at Hob, pretending to be offended. Though it’s hard to be convincing when he can’t keep the smile from his face. “Come closer and see if you can do any better, why don’t you?” There’s a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he has every intention of trying to smear some melted chocolate on Hob’s face.

Considering how much time and energy Loki has given to try and make it so no one is forced to do anything (not to mention how much he’s lost) it feels like a personal slight, but in this case, he does have to admit that he’s enjoyed the camping experience thus far. He just doesn't really like anything about this place. Except for Hob, of course. And maybe a few friends he’s met.

Hob’s suggestion of going to the lake halts all of Loki’s thoughts of mischief though. Or at least all his thoughts of chocolate related mischief. “Have I mentioned how much I enjoy how your mind works? If that is an invite, then my answer is a resounding yes.”