[Loki, in turn, doesn't correct her. He may have given up on hiding his patronym (deserved or not), but he feels no inclination to announce himself a prince without prompting.]

It would be wasted on me, I'm afraid. My brother and I are both dismal cooks. There is a trader in town who's always eager for game, I understand. It might be best to take them to him.

[He does appreciate the thought, though.]