She snorts a chuckle, as she sets the nail file aside and briskly polishes her fingernails with a brush.

"Yeah, well, true. And yeah, he was pretty impressive. For a not-god."

Then, flipping her hair over her shoulder, she gets to her feet and ambles over to the table.

"But enough about hot Norsemen. How about cute scientists? Particularly the one sitting right here."

Pam rests one hand on the back of Jemma's chair, the other on her hip. Jemma is going to have some form of dessert, one way or another. Pam insists.