Hob imagines Loki's magic must be incredible where he comes from. This places puts limits on those who are powerful, so Hob can only imagine just how strong Loki's magic really is. Maybe one day he'll be able to see it for himself.

When he's asked to share a story in return, Hob chuckles. "Well, let me think.." He doesn't want to pick anything that might change the happy mood.

"I got into a bit of trouble, as well, when I was a boy. I didn't have much growing up, so sometimes I would pinch an apple or something from the market. Since I was small, I would always take one off the bottom corner of the cart. Well, the merchant pegged me, and arranged the apples so one day when I took it, every damn one of them toppled me to the ground. I was never much of a thief."