There are things about Gamora that Loki doesn't know. Of course there are, there would need to be, she's far too complex a person. But he's finding that the things he does know, he likes. Quite a lot. Neither of them is a native of Midgard, but her approach to exploring Midgardian cuisine and culture is fascinating to him. It's been a long and difficult path, trying to feel less superior when thinking of Earth, and he knows he isn't there yet, but perhaps he can take a lesson or two from her. He already has, he certainly would not have tried roller-skating without her there, alternately challenging and encouraging him into it.

He's already decided partway through their meal to allow her to set their pace. He will not invite her to his apartment, nor will he ask about hers. He has his credit to earn toward a wish, yes, but so much in the past few years has gone by in a rush, and he finds he does not want this to be one of them.

When she kisses the corner of his mouth, it makes him smile. He holds still for it, and when she straightens he lifts one of her hands and dots a brief brush of his lips against the back, releasing it again immediately. "Gamora. Thank you," he says, a simple and honest statement. "Rest well. I hope to see you again very soon."