"Does this Jarvis also bring food?" Loki looked around, as if he expected food to suddenly appear somewhere as he moved over to the counter that separated the kitchen area from the living area. It was not exactly a good feeling, not knowing how his own living quarters worked, but he could learn.

"I can order take-out, Sir. As it is rather late, it would seem the only food readily available is Chinese and pizza." Jarvis' voice spoke from the speakers in the ceiling.

Loki looked at Phil expectantly. "Which would you prefer?"