When Loki gets home, he heads straight for the living room, plopping face-down on the couch. He's way too tall for this couch and his legs are floating in the air over the end, but he's too tired to even process how uncomfortable this is. It's been a really long day. He was hoping he could just go home, take a nice cold shower, and do nothing for the rest of the night, but those plans got blown to hell. He's just glad to be home.

Sylvie snorts. "Having fun over there, Loki?"

Loki just groans.

"How'd it go?" Mobius asks.

Loki rolls over to look at his friends. "Vision is definitely getting fired."

"We knew that the second he called you for help," Sylvie says.

Loki rolls his eyes.

"Well, it was worth a try," Mobius says.

Loki gives a small smile.

Mobius sits down on the arm of the couch, his butt just barely fitting on it because Loki's legs are in the way. Loki sits up to give him space, and Mobius sits down next to him. Sylvie eyes them for a moment, then sits down on Loki's other side.

"Where's Beatrice?" Loki asks. They're missing one of their friends. It's weird.

"Mm." Sylvie shrugs. "Somewhere."

"Thank you, Sylvie," Loki deadpans. "That was very helpful."

"I try," she says teasingly.

"She's getting some flour from the neighbors," Mobius says.

"Why?" Loki asks.

"To finish the cookies," Mobius says like it's obvious.

"She's making cookies?" Loki glances out the window at the night sky. "At this hour?"

"Well, you know Bea," Mobius says with a shrug. "Always cooking something."

Loki shakes his head to himself. No, she's not. She hates cooking. Loki's fully convinced she'd never cooked anything before in her life until this weird black-and-white thing started.

"What kind of cookies?" Sylvie asks. "Chocolate chip?"

Loki gives her a really? look.

"What?" she says defensively. "I like chocolate."

"I hope they're chocolate chip," Mobius says. "You know what the worst feeling is?"

Loki lolls his head back, exasperated. "What's the worst feeling?"

"When you take a bite of a chocolate chip cookie," Mobius says, "and it's actually an oatmeal raisin cookie."

"Oatmeal?" Sylvie repeats. "The gross mushy stuff you like eating for breakfast? People put that in cookies?"

"I know, it's horrible," Mobius says. "You take a bite expecting chocolate and kachow, it's just oatmeal and raisins."

"It sounds like something a god of mischief would do," Sylvie remarks.

"No, it doesn't," Loki says. He looks at her in disbelief. "Is that your idea of mischief? Maybe that was your Nexus event -- not being a mischievous goddess of mischief."

Sylvie scoffs. "Loki!"

"She's right," Mobius says. "You should bring some to the planning committee meeting tomorrow. That's a good way to ruin Dottie's day."

"I should bring them to the what?" Sylvie asks.

"The planning committee meeting," Mobius repeats. "For the talent show? Don't tell me you forgot."

"The talent show," Sylvie repeats. "We're planning a talent show." She looks at Loki and mouths What the hell?

"Which reminds me," Mobius says. "We still have to work on our act!"

"What act?" Sylvie asks.

"I don't know; we still have to pick one," Mobius says. "I think we should try ventriloquy."

"I don't know the first thing about ventriloquy and neither do you," Sylvie says.

"Okay, and?" Mobius says. "I didn't say we'd have to be good at it."

"It's a talent show," Sylvie says. "It's implied in the name that you're supposed to show off your talent."

"Or we could do ventriloquy," Mobius says.

Loki sighs. "Mobius, stop talking."

"What?"

"Stop talking," Loki repeats. After an awkward pause, he adds, "Please."

Mobius furrows his brows. "Okay...?"

Loki lets out a long breath and leans back against the couch, reveling in the silence. This is much better.

"Loki?" Sylvie says cautiously. "Are you okay?"

"Mm," he hums. "I'm fine."

"I thought you said we had to be nice to our friends," Sylvie reminds him.

"I know, and we should," Loki says. "But it's been a really long day, and I just..." He sighs. "I really miss my Mobius."

Sylvie nods in understanding. "I do, too. But we'll get him back. Somehow."

Loki gives her a sad smile. He'd really like to think that's true, but he can't know for sure. There's no guarantee Mobius will be back to normal any time soon. There's no guarantee he'll ever be back to normal.

The squeaking of a door hinge announces Beatrice's return, and though she seems to be on a cookie mission, she still takes the time to look around the house for the others first. It takes a minute for her to finally check the living room, and Loki and Sylvie both give her a small wave and unenthusiastic smile.

Beatrice scoffs, a jokingly-offended look on her face. "Why wasn't I invited to the sofa party?"

"Because the couch isn't big enough for four people," Sylvie says.

"Also, you weren't here," Loki adds.

Mobius looks up at him. "Can I talk now?"

Loki sighs. "Sure, fine. You can talk."

"Right-o!" Mobius says with a grin. He hops to his feet. "Bea, what type of cookies are you making?"

She furrows her brows. "Chocolate chip? Why?"

"Can you make oatmeal raisin cookies, too?" he asks.

"Mobius, no one wants oatmeal raisin cookies," Beatrice tells him.

"Exactly," he says. "Which would make them the perfect snack for Dottie's planning committee meeting tomorrow!"

Sylvie elbows Loki gently. "Why does he hate Dottie so much?"

"I have no idea," Loki says quietly.

"I'm not bringing oatmeal cookies to the meeting," Beatrice says. "I'd get the royal shaft for that. I don't mess with Dottie, and you shouldn't, either."

"Okay," Loki says quietly, doing his best not to disrupt his friends' conversation, "I'm going to bed before I lose my mind."

"In that case, so am I," Sylvie says. "I could handle spending the day alone with Beatrice because all she did was cook and clean, but if I had to deal with both of them..."

"It would not be fun," Loki finishes with a nod. Hopefully that will never have to happen. He needs his emotional support friend to get him through this.