If a man can't sneak off and peer at the games being played at his own party after hours of schmoozing, what kind of party is it really? Jim's not looking to avoid anyone per say, but he has been curious about some of the tables that have been occupied on and off for the last while.

He's peering around at the table well before he catches sight of Thor. The panic that briefly crosses Jim's face fades quickly. Time has been good for getting used to seeing the God without immediately fretting about impossibilities and coincidences.

"Is that poker?"