So much for not being hungry, hmm? Thor grins and thumps the Spider Man on the shoulder, pleased to have talked him into some kind of social sit-down. Though 'can't drink' sounds like part of a curse to him, and a more terrible curse there never was, surely. "As have I. Let's find somewhere to feast, then."

There's the smell of roasting meat coming from somewhere down the street, so that's going to be Thor's first bet for a meal fit for a king. Though as they begin heading that direction, his thoughts turn to how exactly the youth is going to eat with that mask on. But ah, as he peers closer, there is a seam around the neck. Here, let me assist you, Spider Man.