He peers at the items. With his giant blood, the cold has never bothered him, and he has yet to find anywhere here colder than Asgard. And his own cloak, of course, is the only armor he is sworn to wear into battle - but, he supposes, these things might look better for those occasions battle isn't expected. And he's certainly not going to be ungrateful to his mother, just a little surprised by the gift.
On the other hand, they did have to get him something, and the options were limited, since he doesn't wear or use much. "I thank thee, and certainly look forward to Asgardian fare again. Thou wouldst not believe some of the things they eat here."
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