No, I'm not; but it was very polite of you to ask. Perhaps I'll trust your judgment.

[ He turned his attention to the table for a third time, pondering his choices a moment longer before deciding to loosely base his plate on the girl's, though with much less meat and a bit more green than she had gone with. ]

Pardon me if I'm being too intrusive, but would you be bothered if I sat along with you? So many here are company too strange for my taste.

[ That was partially true, at least.

He paused briefly, realizing he had forgotten something important. ]

I'm sorry, my poor manners are showing. You may call me Loki.