"I've been busy, but I didn't forget." She offers him a paper bag through the window. There's bright bluish berries in the bag about the size and shape of a grape. If he tries them they are sour and a little bitter but not at all sweet. "So you can make something for my people."

She turns to her husband who looks about 50 years old. His human age stresses her sometimes. "This is my husband, Tom Jones. This is Loki."

Tkm looks at the man in the stand curiously though he still offers his hand. "Loki?"

He's met enough here to need to question the nature of the person he's meeting but it's not unfreiendly.