Thor finally gives up balancing the blueberry; he plucks it off, sits up, and pops it into his mouth.

Thor munches away, thinking of how he wants to phrase this. He'd rather Tony fret over children then fret over the fate of the universe. He knows Tony would do the latter regardless, but maybe -- maybe he'd take some comfort in knowing there was a backup plan.

Quill seemed to.

"Quill and I have been talking," he says, once he's swallowed. "He thinks he knows where Thanos might have gone after..."

Thor gestures vaguely.