[She tries to listen to him, she really does, but the blender's noise still echoes in her ears even after it's shut off and all she can really see is a green energetic blob in front of her while her vision's still blurred.

Wiping at her eyes, she's finally able to make out Loki in front of her, although all she manages to really do is shoot him an unamused glare as she notices the time on the microwave behind him.]

Five a.m.!? You shoot me a wake up call at five to talk about froyo? Fine. God, I get it. But there's some sort of human concept of time in there, isn't there?