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."
"To play with one's food, then, is the point." Forgive him if he looks doubtful. Tommy, though, at least his appetite, is starting to remind him of Thor's late friend Volstagg, though Tommy is far more personable.
"I mean, if you see salt and pepper and sealed packets of jam your food, then yeah, I guess. It's fun, man, and it helps pass the time while I wait for snails to do stuff," Tommy dismisses.
And he reaches across the table and grabs Loki's fork. He interlaces its tines with that of his own fork and then takes the v that makes and balances it over the shakers.
The filling of boredom Loki could follow, and he does readily, smirking at the architectural masterpiece his surrogate brother has created before raising a hand.
"Absolutely no creativity."
A shimmering wave of greenish energy flashes from his palm, wrapping itself around the shakers. They rise an inch from the tables' surface and begin to slowly turn in place. "Now then, what else might we add?"
"That's cheating," Tommy observes, and it makes him SO damn happy. In fact, he's grinning as he pulls the tray of plastic boxes of jams. Fuck yes, that's awesome. "Here, these next."
"Well, yes," he replies, raising his other hand, a swirl of greenish gold energy gathering in his palm and wrapping around the packets of jam. He rise from their tray in a spiral, balancing precariously on the backs of the steepled forks. "Behold, for I am Loki, Odinson, Rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, and Master Sculptor of Breakfast Condiments." He smiles, and for once, possibly the first time in Tommy's memory, it's fully genuine. There's no malice there, or even any mischief. It's the first time in nearly a decade he's relaxed he enough to simply play around.
He didn't know, it was true, and for a variety of reasons. Namely because Loki played his cards close to the vest. The more people know what he can do, the easier it is to point fingers at him should anything untoward happen.
He gives a nod to the top of the structure. "Add it yourself. It won't bite." And if he does, he'll feel a mild solidness, light tight air, waiting to hold it, barely noticeable.
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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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Date: 2019-11-23 08:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-25 01:35 am (UTC)And he reaches across the table and grabs Loki's fork. He interlaces its tines with that of his own fork and then takes the v that makes and balances it over the shakers.
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Date: 2019-11-25 05:05 am (UTC)"Absolutely no creativity."
A shimmering wave of greenish energy flashes from his palm, wrapping itself around the shakers. They rise an inch from the tables' surface and begin to slowly turn in place. "Now then, what else might we add?"
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Date: 2019-11-26 06:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-27 07:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-28 02:03 am (UTC)"Oh holy fuck. They're actual damn breakfast condiments!"
Congratulations, you're more of a distraction than everything else and he appreciates it.
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Date: 2019-11-30 06:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-12-01 03:18 am (UTC)Sure, Billy used lots of different magic, but he didn't KNOW, Loki. And that's as close to an apology as the guy is likely to get.
But he definitely grabs a napkin and speed folds it into a crane.
"Here, for the top."
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Date: 2019-12-05 05:24 pm (UTC)He gives a nod to the top of the structure. "Add it yourself. It won't bite." And if he does, he'll feel a mild solidness, light tight air, waiting to hold it, barely noticeable.
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Date: 2019-12-05 05:56 pm (UTC)"You're good at this."
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