When You Don't Have a Hammer, Nothing Looks Like a Nail

"Don't, uh... don't hang your coat there." Steve hesitated. The fact that Thor's closest friend at the moment seemed to be a talking pile of rocks was one thing. A talking pile of rocks politely telling him where to hang this coat was still... confusing.

"Sorry..."

"No worries, just put it on the shelf there."

"Is it a local custom?"

Korg shrugged, giving the impression of a very small avalanche. "Yeah, kinda. You, uh..." He gestured to the hook, "hang your weapons there."

Steve glanced beyond him into the dark hut, where the shape of broad, hunched shoulders loomed. "Ah."