"Pop Tarts," Thor rebuts with ease and confusion, as though this isn't even a question worth taking up his time. Although he'd very much enjoyed the pancakes he'd had during his first foray on Midgard, Pop Tarts had quickly and inscrutably taken place as winner for choice of sustenance. Just the name makes Thor's mouth water, and he's quickly downtrodden that he's got no such product to whet his appetite for them.

"Although Rhodey's waffles are a very close contender," he adds, offering a fond glance in the man's direction before looking back at Tony.

"As for problems in the village, I don't think any of the ones I've noticed are ones that can be solved with a forge and some hammers." He sighs wistfully, adding, "hammers," with a sad twinge to his voice.