"Hm?" Loki glances at his hand. "Ah! No. That's Ikol. He's my bird. It's a long story, mostly unpleasant." Look at the smiling child. Don't think about the story about an imaginary bird that is somehow different from the imaginary monsters. "A phone is sort of... oh, mortal technology isn't my strongest point, but it's a little portable computer that talks to other people's portable computers, and lets people talk to each other through them. Using radio waves, or some such." He gives a spooooky finger-waggle. Radioooooo~

"And they can take pictures, and play games, and tell you where you are, and so forth."