Prometheus can't help but chuckle when Thor only eats one carrot, concentrating instead on the meat. "A feast fit for a king," he remarks, while noshing on the cheese and olives.

Not expecting much conversation-wise, the Titan is surprised and delighted when Thor brings over a plastic pumpkin. "Did you want to play fetch?" he asks, absently rubbing the top of Thor's furry head with his hand. "Why don't we head outdoors where there aren't as many things to knock over."

Moseying out of the Viper's Pit, Prometheus uses the back entrance where the area is free of most revelers. "Now that's more like it," he says brightly. "Plenty of space for my pitching arm."