Paul shakes his head at the remark, the barest hint of a smile on his face. They're running into old jokes. Good jokes. Jokes is a stretch for what they do, but it comes close.

"Always working on it," he confesses, and he wouldn't want it any other way. He likes that Loki's asking. He likes Loki.

Fuck, he missed this. He finally goes back to his eggs.

"Got a girl?"