[Loki produces a bitter sort of chuckle.]

Can't blame myself either.

[He pauses briefly.]

I think the library is an odd place for a party. And being alone is not a party. Allow me to fabricate some kind of gift for you and I will be on my way.

[Loki kind of does not close the journal because he needs to get up to find those balloons and maybe he has half a cake somewhere...]

Do you like a specific gift? Or am I allowed to wrap a ribbon around my head and call my presence a marvelous gift?