Thor blinks at the stranger's way of speaking, unsure of what central heating might be, but he's still maintaining a very pleasant and inviting air. He's come to realize that there is a lot about the mortal, Midgardian world he does not understand - and, even though it feels more like his hand has been forced, he is willing to learn. He shovels another spoonful of stew in his mouth and chews thoughtfully, then motions to the empty chair caddy-corner from his own.

"A well?" Thor asks, thinking. "Oh! The one at the center of the village, yes? I hadn't realized you could arrive in such a manner. I arrived through the strange underground tubes." He says this all so matter-of-factly, even though none of it is remotely normal, even if Thor was already human. He motions to the quietly roaring fire in front of the chairs. "This will assist in helping you warm up. These bodies are so sensitive to cold!"