People have tried to poison me a lot, I would be invited to dinner and have arsenic laced in my lamb or strychnine in my wine. They're not bad flavourings ... for an Asgardian. I prefer ketchup, to be honest.

[ His smile broadens at Chris's uncertain look and in his free hand he gives the skewer a light toss in the air, green magic sparkling around it for a moment; when he catches it, it's a fresh Earth hotdog with mustard.

He offers it courteously to his date. ]

Is this more your speed?