[Loki does not recognize the woman immediately and he blinks a couple of times as well, trying to recall her face. Did they meet?]

Aye, the one and only.

[The tone of his voice is chipper and his hands tighten around the bag he is carrying, it is not even close to the hugs he (still) desires.]

A few weeks. I hope you do not mind. I shall be quiet as a mouse and will perform acts of great mischief outside the house.

That also rhymes, you see?

[He pauses for a moment, finally asking that one important question.]

Have we met?