[ Leaaaning with the not-quite punch, aiiieee! His smile widens as he watches her huff and puff, and Loki traces a big slice out immediately. ]
I want this much, then. Burns and all! [ He won't shy away from those imperfections, nope. ] I'm surprised you didn't ask me to help you, everyone else around here does.
You're already being a help by volunteering to be the starring guinea pig. Your sacrifice will be remembered.
[Because she's definitely refrained from having anybody else tasting her trials, usually only getting into baking mode when her flatmates were out of the apartment.]
Did you make this for me, then? Is this my pie? Ah, wait! [ Fishing out his StarkPhone, undeniably the only phone that matters to him, he steps back to take a picture of the dish. ] Now we can cut it.
Sure, if you want to label it your pie, be my guest. [Though it was made for him in mind, since he is her top caretaker when it comes to the meal category. As soon as she sees the phone pop out, she makes an attempt to block the camera though the hand swooshes in much too late.]
Just pick any part, Loki. It's all the same. Do you want to microwave it a bit to heat it up? They say it's better with the hot gooeyness of it. [Though it might be a risk to have her handling hot devices and food together again.]
Yes, please. Thirty seconds in the microwave will do it.
[ Slipping off his coat (more easily done with no one else around in the apartment to make him feel like he's intruding on their lives, since this is just him and Verity), he slides it over a chair and hovers around with the air of someone who wants to help but has no idea where anything is.
It's ridiculous to be so excited about eating a battered-looking pie and yet, he is, if only because Verity made it for him. Loki can be excessively generous with his gifts, but he can't recall the last time someone gave him anything for the sake of it. This is the loveliest of novelties. As she fritters around, he'll be taking a sneaky picture of her too, pie in-shot on the nearby table. ]
[He can relax since she handles getting out a plate for him, serving the slice properly before heating it up. She's casual about it, not wanting to dive into some bizarre housewife mode, but she's nervous nonetheless even if she doesn't make it obvious. Because he does spoil her, never saying no if she asks him to provide her with dinner, even taking her on the occasional adventurous outing.
She can't dazzle something up with a magic spell or use god status to rent out nice places, but she can try something like this, simple as it is to showcase her own feelings and how important he is to her.]
We can. If you survive the first bite. [Tossing a teasing grin at him as she takes the plate out of the oven, she slides it in front of him, holding a fork out.] Good luck.
[ Sitting down primly at the table like the good godling he is, he takes up the fork and (with a couple of deep breaths just to psych her out, heh) digs into his first mouthful, puffing with the heat. ]
Hmm ... hmmmmmm ...
[ Squinting up at the ceiling, he tongues all around his mouth and smacks his lips, pauses as if about to say something, then takes another bite. ]
[She sits herself in the chair just next to him, elbows on the table as she watches him carefully for a reaction. Narrowing her eyes at his exaggerated display, she huffs out a breath of impatience as she leans in.]
That better translate into "exquisite". You're not dead, so that's a good sign.
[ Holding up an imperious finger as he sucks apple out of a molar, he finally slides her a smirk and nods. ]
It could use a little more sugar, but it tastes nice.
[ Case in point as he scoops up another forkful and offers it over for Verity to sample. He's not lying, it could use a bit of work, but for a first attempt it's more than delicious enough. ]
[First attempt might not be the most appropriate phrasing, unless edible is placed between the two words.
It's an honest compliment that he gives, and she lets out a relieved sigh over the fact. Leaning in further to bite off the sample from the held out fork, she gazes out as she chews, taking her time in examining the taste. She's mostly surprised. Because while it's not a gourmet dessert, it really is the first decent thing she's managed to put together herself.
Swallowing, her smile is light and modest but it gets wider (she's proud of herself), showing teeth as she wipes her lip.] I'll make it extra sweet next time.
Not exactly sure I could match up to that level of sweetness.
[Though she tilts her chin down and raises her brow with an all-knowing glance. On occasion, she'll take hold of his wrist when he scoops up some pie, leaning in for a couple more bites herself. Sharing is caring, Loki.]
Did you know, don't steal from my slice, [ although he lets her, ] did you know that when Asgardia was over Oklahoma, they used to order pizzas by the truck-load from Broxton? Gods go crazy for meatfeast stuffed-crusts.
[ You have a whole pie left over, Verity, don't be greedy!! ]
[There's the requirement of effort in heating up a whole new slice. Easier to snatch from the god babe instead.]
I think you've mentioned something like that before. Asgardia and their pizza cravings. What do they normally have to eat? Up there, I mean. I imagine you just toss whole cows on the tables and go nuts.
That's what they do, yes. Haunches of meat are spit-roasted and you tear off whatever you want. Plates and napkins aren't really a thing. We should have a meatfeast night, sometime.
[ Swiping some sticky crumbs off her lip, he sucks his thumb clean. ]
Who needs napkins when I've apparently got you, right?
[Thanks for cleaning her face, bro. Nibbling her lip to suck off any lingering sauce, she snickers.]
As long as you're not gonna be shoving around entire animals in my kitchen. The girls adore your leftovers, but I don't think they'd appreciate a roasted farmhouse in here.
[ He smirks and casts a look at the hallway, never minding that there's no one else home as he leans in a moment later, wrinkling his nose in childish fascination. ]
[Rolling her eyes, she laughs before leaning in, batting her lashes exaggeratedly, upping the pitch of her voice.]
Well, you know, us girls lay around in our underwear eating ice cream and talking about boys all the time so I spend hours going about the handsome, charming god that strolled into my life. So fine and so dazzling, I can't get enough of him.
[Snorting, unable to keep up appearances, she shakes her head, returning to her regular tone as she pinches at his cheeks.]
That you're my friend. And to excuse anything weird you might do cause that's normal. But that you're a decent cook so it's worth keeping you around.
Alright, alright, I get your point. [ Although he notes she thinks he's handsome, ahem. With his cheeks pinched, he takes her hands into his own and holds them behind her back, keeping them there in his grip as he pokes her on the nose. ] Something weird like what, pray tell? I'm a hundred percent hip, I'll have you know. Very down with the kids.
I think you get too down with the kids. [If you know what she means. Raising a brow teasingly, despite it being very much true. She snickers under her breath, wriggling her fingers against his.]
Hip or not, you're still a wild, untamed god who's always bound to do something unexpected at a moment's notice.
Probably not, because then she'd be used against me.
[ At least he's honest, releasing her wrists after a moment to wander around the kitchen, picking up this lid and that, fidgeting with magnets on the fridge. ]
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I want this much, then. Burns and all! [ He won't shy away from those imperfections, nope. ] I'm surprised you didn't ask me to help you, everyone else around here does.
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[Because she's definitely refrained from having anybody else tasting her trials, usually only getting into baking mode when her flatmates were out of the apartment.]
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Do not Instagram the pie, please.
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Cut me some, Verity! Choose which part is the best according to your chef's skills.
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Just pick any part, Loki. It's all the same. Do you want to microwave it a bit to heat it up? They say it's better with the hot gooeyness of it. [Though it might be a risk to have her handling hot devices and food together again.]
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[ Slipping off his coat (more easily done with no one else around in the apartment to make him feel like he's intruding on their lives, since this is just him and Verity), he slides it over a chair and hovers around with the air of someone who wants to help but has no idea where anything is.
It's ridiculous to be so excited about eating a battered-looking pie and yet, he is, if only because Verity made it for him. Loki can be excessively generous with his gifts, but he can't recall the last time someone gave him anything for the sake of it. This is the loveliest of novelties. As she fritters around, he'll be taking a sneaky picture of her too, pie in-shot on the nearby table. ]
We should save some for your flatmates.
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[He can relax since she handles getting out a plate for him, serving the slice properly before heating it up. She's casual about it, not wanting to dive into some bizarre housewife mode, but she's nervous nonetheless even if she doesn't make it obvious. Because he does spoil her, never saying no if she asks him to provide her with dinner, even taking her on the occasional adventurous outing.
She can't dazzle something up with a magic spell or use god status to rent out nice places, but she can try something like this, simple as it is to showcase her own feelings and how important he is to her.]
We can. If you survive the first bite. [Tossing a teasing grin at him as she takes the plate out of the oven, she slides it in front of him, holding a fork out.] Good luck.
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Hmm ... hmmmmmm ...
[ Squinting up at the ceiling, he tongues all around his mouth and smacks his lips, pauses as if about to say something, then takes another bite. ]
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That better translate into "exquisite". You're not dead, so that's a good sign.
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It could use a little more sugar, but it tastes nice.
[ Case in point as he scoops up another forkful and offers it over for Verity to sample. He's not lying, it could use a bit of work, but for a first attempt it's more than delicious enough. ]
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It's an honest compliment that he gives, and she lets out a relieved sigh over the fact. Leaning in further to bite off the sample from the held out fork, she gazes out as she chews, taking her time in examining the taste. She's mostly surprised. Because while it's not a gourmet dessert, it really is the first decent thing she's managed to put together herself.
Swallowing, her smile is light and modest but it gets wider (she's proud of herself), showing teeth as she wipes her lip.] I'll make it extra sweet next time.
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Like me?
[ The waggliest of brows, ,i>ooo la laaa. ]
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[Though she tilts her chin down and raises her brow with an all-knowing glance. On occasion, she'll take hold of his wrist when he scoops up some pie, leaning in for a couple more bites herself. Sharing is caring, Loki.]
At least it's better than the taco.
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[ You have a whole pie left over, Verity, don't be greedy!! ]
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I think you've mentioned something like that before. Asgardia and their pizza cravings. What do they normally have to eat? Up there, I mean. I imagine you just toss whole cows on the tables and go nuts.
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[ Swiping some sticky crumbs off her lip, he sucks his thumb clean. ]
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[Thanks for cleaning her face, bro. Nibbling her lip to suck off any lingering sauce, she snickers.]
As long as you're not gonna be shoving around entire animals in my kitchen. The girls adore your leftovers, but I don't think they'd appreciate a roasted farmhouse in here.
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[ He smirks and casts a look at the hallway, never minding that there's no one else home as he leans in a moment later, wrinkling his nose in childish fascination. ]
What exactly have you told them about me?
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Well, you know, us girls lay around in our underwear eating ice cream and talking about boys all the time so I spend hours going about the handsome, charming god that strolled into my life. So fine and so dazzling, I can't get enough of him.
[Snorting, unable to keep up appearances, she shakes her head, returning to her regular tone as she pinches at his cheeks.]
That you're my friend. And to excuse anything weird you might do cause that's normal. But that you're a decent cook so it's worth keeping you around.
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Hip or not, you're still a wild, untamed god who's always bound to do something unexpected at a moment's notice.
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I'll have you know those kids are more than legal by any realm's standards. Untamed, though? I'm starting to think you've been reading my Wiki.
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Oh, is that what's on there? And what else does your Wiki say? Anything about that awesome best friend you have?
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[ At least he's honest, releasing her wrists after a moment to wander around the kitchen, picking up this lid and that, fidgeting with magnets on the fridge. ]
But if there were, her page would be lengthy.
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