"You're such an opportunist," Loki tells him, rather fondly. "I think we can spare a few, if we can collect enough to be worth cooking up. I quite like them, myself, but I admit cleaning them is a pain in the arse."

Once they're clean, though, tossing them in oil and roasting them is easy as pie.

"Where are your arms in that thing? Can you reach out of the mouth?"