Darcy half rolls her eyes at him. "Loki Silvertongue, the lie-smith and wannabe ruler of Migard, Asgard, and all of the the other 'gards'." She pauses for a moment as the waitress delivers the food - duck BLT who on earth would have thought someone would think that'd be a good idea. "Okay, fine, it sounds pretty cool."

Credit where credit was due, of course. "Dunno, probably have to start learning how to play some instrument and start busking for spare change." Darcy doesn't even have to think about how badly that'd all turn out. Maybe she could get Thor on drums and Jane on keyboard. Just in case.