Thor cannot even remember the date of his own birth, it happened so long ago, but he appreciates that mortals find comfort in keeping track of such things. He has provided much of the meat for the day's gathering, though he is particularly proud of the goats; they were a good find, plump and juicy, and he has already finished his third serving by the time he ventures in search of more drink.

He fills a heaping glass of some Midgardian spirits and lifts his glass in a toast, declaring to the nearest person, "To our friend!"