Puck was pretending to read, idly flipping through a book about he didn't even know what-- some novel, when the knock caught his attention. The book was tossed aside and Puck floated to the door, opening it. He smiled when he saw Loki and moved back to hold the door open.

"Well, well, bearing gifts? I take it you saw that message and some of the replies. Or that you just don't think you can eat multiple honey cakes on your own and need help." Puck chuckled. "Either way, welcome. Come in and get comfortable, ignore the books on the floor, I'll pick them up later."