The Nexus may be embracing the more spooky side of the season, but Thor is not, clad in a cozy knit sweater and jacket combo that wouldn't be out of place on an alpine hike. There's a brilliant orange oak leaf tucked behind one of his ears in a manner that implies its placement was deliberate, and the bead he's used to secure the braid in his beard is polished copper. Completing the image of casual harvest deity is the foraging basket he carries in the crook of his arm, practically overflowing with chanterelles and porcini mushrooms, and wild blueberries and lingonberries.

He drops onto the bench right next to Loki, possibly before his brother even realizes who he's addressing, should he fail to look up in time. His frown is only faintly amused, concerned for his little nephew but also somewhat baffled by the subject of his terror. "They're that prolific that it's a problem?"