Loki is still healing from his wounds, although he suspects Someone must have had a hand in keeping him safely this side of death's door before he was so unceremoniously (and literally) dropped into Baedal. So although he moves more slowly than he normally would, he's past the constant whining stage and more into the manfully denying that anything hurts stage.

He's also planning on drinking until that's true.

But first, donuts and pies and whatever else Aimery has on the menu, because it's been more than three thousand years since the prohibition against and food and alcohol was handed down, and since discovering himself to be mortal Loki has been just randomly eating whatever food was available at the Inn (and was cheapest). "Fuck yeah, I want to try donuts and apple pie. Hey, we should have a different beer for every different food."