Wait time? .076 seconds. The spheres complex was, relatively speaking, small. It wasn’t often Tommy broke out real speed, the last weeks had been jarring enough for him to feel the need for it.
So yeah, he was there quick, leaning against the wall near the door, raising an eyebrow at the Asgardian.
“Food, Huh? Always a good bribe. What do you want?”
The longer they're friends, the more convinced Loki is Tommy is the best friend for the impatient: they never have to wait. He rolls a shoulder in a shrug, a mischievous glint in his eye. Truth be told it, was always there, whether he was up to something or not. No wonder no one trusted him.
"Can I not simply invite a friend to a meal without suspicion?"
See, the mischief is half of why Tommy likes him. Speedsters who don’t prank are clearly doing it wrong. And they definitely bonded on his birthday with delayed mischief night.
“I mean most people can. But you? Could be a ploy to take over the sphere with me as a henchman. Which would be a smart choice because I could do the work of ten henchmen.”
He grins at that. If he smiles enough then pain can’t touch him. Clearly.
"I see." Whatever they were, it smelled divine. They were told to take a seat wherever they'd like, and Loki made for a table where he could see everything.
"What do you recommend?" Because he's really out of his depth here.
Now wouldn't that be something to see, an eating competition between Tommy and Thor? Well, he's happy with what he's got. And yeah, greater experience indeed. Tommy grins and starts flipping through the menu.
"You had coffee? We can get that. Milkshakes. Oh, and we've got to look at biscuits and gravy. What would you think to chicken and waffles? Awesome stuff if you ask me. But you don't put syrup on it."
"I have a biological need for coffee if I'm going to pay attention to people properly," Tommy counters, but he grins at the confusion and waves a server over.
"We're going to show you SO many amazing things, Loki. Like, you can't even imagine."
"Is that right?" Somehow he doubts that, but he'll just let Tommy lead the way. He doesn't get to do that often. "Well, now, that's a claim. I can imagine quite a bit." He waves the menu before setting it down. "Surprise me."
Caffeine helps him focus. He definitely uses a lot of us. World is too slow, he needs to slow down with it. Not everyone is affected by chemicals the same way.
The cue for surprise makes him grin, and Tommy soon is talking animatedly to the server, listing off everything he wants delivered, including two milkshakes, a pitcher of juice, and a carafe of coffee.
"And toast," he says at last. "Lots of it. Let's go with twelve slices. Half white, half wheat. And jelly. Butter. This guy's never tried this stuff."
The server hardly looks interesting, just hums and nods and turns away to go pass it on.
Loki chuckles at the display. Tommy, always so eager to please when given even the slightest opportunity. It was adorable really and one of the things that had so quickly endeared him to the boy. Now, Loki thought of him as sort of a welcome addition.
"I've had toast course, but what's a bit of melodrama between friends?"
Call him adorable Out loud and your breakfast is going to be worn, Loki. As it is the server walks off and Tommy leans back on his bench. And he smiles.
"What sort of sausage?" In Loki's experience, after all, sausage came in a variety of different flavors, types, casings. "And what sort of marmalade for that matter?"
"Let us assume I'm unfamiliar with 'breakfast sausage.'" He folded his hands before him on the table and smiled ruefully. Clearly 'breakfast sausage' was common enough it should be assumed. Interesting.
"Well, you're about to be super familiar with it. And with the fine art of diner balancing," Tommy answers.
What, you may ask, is diner balancing? A game Tommy has gotten up to over his years at restaurants and his strange relationship with time and patience. He grabs the salt and pepper shakers and puts them down, one on top of each other in a tower.
"The point is to take everything on the table and build a stable structure out of it."
Re: some ambiguous time after ghosts
Date: 2019-11-10 06:17 pm (UTC)So yeah, he was there quick, leaning against the wall near the door, raising an eyebrow at the Asgardian.
“Food, Huh? Always a good bribe. What do you want?”
Re: some ambiguous time after ghosts
Date: 2019-11-10 06:21 pm (UTC)"Can I not simply invite a friend to a meal without suspicion?"
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Date: 2019-11-10 06:25 pm (UTC)“I mean most people can. But you? Could be a ploy to take over the sphere with me as a henchman. Which would be a smart choice because I could do the work of ten henchmen.”
He grins at that. If he smiles enough then pain can’t touch him. Clearly.
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Date: 2019-11-10 06:57 pm (UTC)And the smells were, admittedly, amazing.
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Date: 2019-11-10 07:04 pm (UTC)“I want a mountain of bacon. And Canadian bacon. And ham.”
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Date: 2019-11-10 07:23 pm (UTC)"What marks the difference between bacon and the Canadian variety?"
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Date: 2019-11-10 07:37 pm (UTC)Breakfast is a meal of protein and starch in his opinion.
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Date: 2019-11-10 07:48 pm (UTC)"What do you recommend?" Because he's really out of his depth here.
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Date: 2019-11-10 07:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-10 10:58 pm (UTC)"Let us assume 'none.'"
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Date: 2019-11-10 11:28 pm (UTC)"We're getting some of EVERYTHING. Pancakes, waffles, an omelet or two, and all the meats."
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Date: 2019-11-11 01:28 am (UTC)"I'll yield to your greater experience."
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Date: 2019-11-11 01:42 am (UTC)"You had coffee? We can get that. Milkshakes. Oh, and we've got to look at biscuits and gravy. What would you think to chicken and waffles? Awesome stuff if you ask me. But you don't put syrup on it."
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Date: 2019-11-11 02:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-11 03:10 am (UTC)"We're going to show you SO many amazing things, Loki. Like, you can't even imagine."
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Date: 2019-11-11 03:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-11 03:43 am (UTC)The cue for surprise makes him grin, and Tommy soon is talking animatedly to the server, listing off everything he wants delivered, including two milkshakes, a pitcher of juice, and a carafe of coffee.
"And toast," he says at last. "Lots of it. Let's go with twelve slices. Half white, half wheat. And jelly. Butter. This guy's never tried this stuff."
The server hardly looks interesting, just hums and nods and turns away to go pass it on.
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Date: 2019-11-12 11:43 pm (UTC)"I've had toast course, but what's a bit of melodrama between friends?"
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Date: 2019-11-13 05:15 am (UTC)“Melodrama? No, man. Marmalade.”
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Date: 2019-11-17 06:24 am (UTC)"I'm aware of marmalade, Tommy."
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Date: 2019-11-17 05:12 pm (UTC)Tommy grins, because he's the sort of guy that absolutely has to have weird foods because he wants a lot of food, and lots of complex flavors at once.
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Date: 2019-11-20 07:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-20 07:02 pm (UTC)Not like Tommy eats a lot of the other kind. Except for pizza sausage. Is that not the same thing? He can't be sure.
"And I use the orange typically."
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Date: 2019-11-21 06:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-22 04:19 am (UTC)What, you may ask, is diner balancing? A game Tommy has gotten up to over his years at restaurants and his strange relationship with time and patience. He grabs the salt and pepper shakers and puts them down, one on top of each other in a tower.
"The point is to take everything on the table and build a stable structure out of it."
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