Ylfa had clearly done her job, as the clothing was all packed away neatly now. His rooms were otherwise in order, if clearly he was working. But as before, she was welcome to make herself at home. It wasn't long before a servant brought dinner--something roasted with vegetables, hearty rolls, and mead and water.

It's not long after the servant brings food, that Loki finally came back to his rooms. Closing the door, and locking it. "How long are you planning to stay this time, Sweetling?"