"Fair enough," Thor says. "Tomorrow night, then. You will have the finest kale you have ever tasted."

Thor is either incredibly confident in his culinary prowess, or incredibly confident in kale's innate ability to taste better than grass harvested from the inn's front lawn.

Thor finishes his drink, pours himself another and tops off Quill's.

"So we've got Pop Rocks to pop, Kale to devour, mix tapes to make for our loved ones, and a trip to New York in our future," he says. "Think our lives are jam-packed enough?"