[ Somehow, despite his enormous size and very intelligent mien, Chris still manages to forget how intelligent Sleipnir is. Although, in his defense, he doesn't know him that well just yet. Still, he clucks his tongue and rubs his hand down the stallion's nose, frowning at him. ]

No. That's for your mother. [ Father? No, mother. ] Lord knows what all those spices will do to your digestive system.

[ He thinks he can hear movement in the kitchen, but right now, his attention is fully taken up with the horses he's trying to corral. Whatever Loki is doing can wait. Actually... ]

Sweetheart? [ he calls over his shoulder, still trying to keep either horse from clopping up the steps and trying to muscle past him into the house. ] Can you get me something for the horses from the fridge? Carrots, apples, whatever.