It was, honestly, the ambient magic of the conjured leaf piles that drew Loki to the rec domes. He stood on the sidelines, frowning in confusion, his arms crossed as the watched the frolicking. It was so...childlike, adventurous certainly but not Loki's idea of fun. That might, of course, have been simply because he hadn't ever tried the simple pleasure of 'swimming' about in piles of leaves on an autumn day.

He's almost on the cusp of trying it out, when he notices he's not alone. The last he saw Tommy, he was very...emotionally compromised, and he's surprised to note he's glad to see Tommy seems to be recovered.

"Am I supposed to wish you a happy autumn? Is that the point of the conjured leaves?"