Teens. [Nevermind.] You know my agenda well enough today. Nothing more on it than getting rid of these damn chickens.

[As well as everything that was in their rooms, moving the plants, moving the rest of the greenhouse, rebuilding it, and not a few things he's probably forgetting... He looks over the yard one more time, expression bleak.]

Offering these'd be an insult in your world? [He waves the hand holding the cigarette, not really caring about the question, but knowing he ought to ask it. That's the sort of thing that needs to be kept track of, especially in a place housing as many different cultures as Asgard does.]