We fought a war together, though it was only an afternoon of battle.

[It had been quite a fight. If Loki hadn't been involved, he might even have enjoyed himself-- as it was, he'd just been too upset about having to fight his brother's troops to really have a good time.]

It was several months, by time passed on Verdana.

[He's thinking the battle of New York, not the expansion of the dead zone, sorry, Helga. One track mind, he has.]