"Exactly. When I find the right time for it, he'll make one." Puck was feeling noticeably better and idly watched as the cake soaked up a fair amount of the mead.

"It's worth it, honestly." he responded with a playful grin before he leaned against Loki's hand. "They do, and if you ever decide to have another dozen of these I'll find some ginger and lemon tea ahead of your throwing caution into the wind." Puck assured him. It felt nice to joke around-- familiar, and comforting at the same time.

The cake was gently fished out of the cup and quickly eaten before it could fall apart. Puck inhaled sharply as the sweetness of the combination hit as hard as ice cream eaten too fast in the summer. He winced and closed his eyes for a minute, biting back a laugh, his hubris challenged and beaten.