“Too small to be Loki’s; ask Birdy.” He paused at the end there, mouth twisting slightly into something perplexed. “No, he didn’t tell me that. I’ll have to bug him relentlessly. Not that I don’t anyway.”“Well, at least, there was someone else in his room the other day with him, and they were having a very good time.” She turned the shirt again. “Definitely not Bruce’s, then?”
“Could be; ask both of them, then. But given Birdy’s propensity to strip,” all of a single time now, but it had been very memorable, “may as well start there. Was she cute?”
“I didn’t see anything, I only sensed it. You should probably ask him, really.” Folding the shirt over one arm, Summer put her head to one side. “So is your science buddy sticking around, then?”