Not quite the field he'd thought she might be in, but at least he guessed the right branch of study. "You speak like a woman I once courted," he admits. "An astrophysicist from Earth, Doctor Jane Foster. She also spoke in theories often, occasionally about these quantum mechanics." He's still not entirely sure what the boundaries of this field of study are, but it certainly came up a lot in his attempts to explain magic to her.

Thor picks up the mug and smells it, before taking an experimental swig. It's piping hot but that doesn't seem to bother him overmuch, outside of getting some of the whipped cream in his beard, which he wipes away with the back of his hand. "Delicious," he proclaims, and salutes with the mug to Farel. "My compliments."