Concinnity: Harmony and elegance of design.
Modi, just the other day, had pitched a fit about not being able to pick out his own outfits. Couldn't his mama and papa see that he was already a big boy, almost two years old already? Surely they could toss those horrible onesies, burn them in the deepest depths of hell, especially the ones with the little spotted ducks. Modi was wary of ducks on principle - how could they both fly and swim? - and these ones were marked with the ravages of some unknown disease. It was really quite frightening.
Loki sighs, sets Modi down outside his crib, and tells him very sternly that under no circumstance are any of his chosen clothes to have rhinestones.
"If you wish for sparkly clothes, dear," Loki says, "we will easily go to Midgard and procure the loveliest of diamonds, you understand? No child of mine will be for want of jewels."
Modi had no desire for sparkles at the present moment, but decided to file that information away for later use.
Loki leaves the room, waiting outside the door for Modi.
Modi concentrates, staring at himself in the mirror as the blank white T-shirt he is wearing dyes itself a deep shade of green, as the plain white shorts get painted with black. He frowns at himself, not liking the purpleness of his hair, or his eyes. At least, not with this green. It looks horrendous. So he squeezes his lips together and changes his hair to black, his eyes to their original shade of bright green.
Loki peeks in to ask how much time Modi will require, and can only smile at the miniature of himself.