[allergies? man, that would be useful for someone he knows who tries to pretend she isn't always holding an empty medication bottle in her hand. despite dante's amusement, he sobers up a moment... considers bringing up lottie, but gets distracted by a short man walking past with four pints in his hands bumping into their table—offering them an excited apology before going on over back to his friends huddled close.]

[his eyes land on loki.]

I'd imagine that would be bad for all those involved.

[he grins, lifts up his glass and does a rather meaningless but harmless toast.] To your healing ways not being a permanent fixture in our lives.

[come on, loki! don't take dante's teasing too personally.]