"Dunno, end tables and shit, I guess. 's not important," John said offhandedly, belatedly realizing the difficulties such an expedition might pose for Loki. Even now, after an hour of relatively light work, the god was starting to look a bit bedraggled.

Tactfully, he found an excuse to call a halt. "Christ, I've had about all I can take of this heat. What say we leave it for now, go have a drink or something? The dust isn't going anywhere." They'd made substantial progress; really all that was left was a few more feet of wall and the floor, and then to arrange the makeshift furnishings as Loki saw fit.