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[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor is seated at a table, massive arms crossed over his chest and a thoughtful frown on his face.

From his distant and unfocused gaze, that frown is probably not directed at the large and elaborate (and half-eaten) trifle sitting in the middle of the table. But whatever he's thinking about, he could probably stand distraction.

Also, there's more than one spoon, even if they're all sitting neglected at the moment. Bar believes in sharing, and Asgardians believe in hospitality.

(As always when he's in Milliways, the red fabric of one shoulder bears a silver Security star. It might blend into all the other shiny metal he's wearing a bit, but it's there.)

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[freedom_is_grey]

"Thor?"

Ysalwen approaches cautiously from the left, even as Liranan approaches not-at-all cautiosly, because cake!

Well. Trifle. Does it count as found cake? Can he have some?

"You -- don't look like a man preparing for a celebration, but the size of that -- is that a pastry? -- cake on the table makes it seem as if you might be."

Um.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor's visibly pulling himself from his thoughts to glance over at her call -- but he's quite prompt about it, and he doesn't seem at all reluctant to do so. "Ysalwen, my friend. And Liranan."

The latter with a downward glance of greeting at the mabari. Of course he's going to greet both people approaching. It's only polite!

"This? I asked Miss Bar for a snack sufficient for hospitality as well."

There's also a little card, tucked under the bowl and half-visible. It says, Trifle -- dessert from some regions of Midgard, popular for a few centuries.

[freedom_is_grey]

Liranan barks cheerfully, tail wagging back and forth almost faster than the eye can see. (But not really.)

"So you don't mind company, then? Or are you waiting for someone in particular, because I'd hate to interrupt a -- business meeting. I don't really blend in well, so."

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor laughs.

"If I were waiting for a particular parlay, I would say so."

Thor Odinson is a direct kind of guy.

"You are both welcome to my table."

It has a certain slight air of proclamation to it, but that's just habit and general Odinson bearing. Hospitality is a serious business, where Thor comes from.

[stilljustandrew]

The trifle is getting an extended doubletake from a passing Andrew.


"Whoa."

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor glances over, with the mild and slightly belated curiosity of preoccupation. (He doesn't seem particularly distressed, just lost in deep thought.)

But when Andrew's reaction registers, he grins a little.

Hello, Andrew Wells of New York City! Who apparently doesn't get enough excellent feasts in life!

[stilljustandrew]

And oh hey, there's a familiar face near the impressive dessert!

"Greetings, mighty Odinsson," he says cheerfully.

[mjolnir_retriever]

"Greetings, Andrew Wells," Thor says, with equal good humor.

And probably more heartiness, but that's just because of the general... Thorness.

"Would you like to try this 'trifle'?"

He pronounces it with audible quotation marks not because it's a weird word, but because he doesn't want to sound as if he's denigrating some other culture's traditional dessert, even if that is apparently the proper name.

[howtoactfereldan]

That trifle is clearly meant for growing grey mabari!

Especially ones with eyes so dark and pleading and endearing!

With tails that thump so winningly!




Cullen, meanwhile, is just coming in from the lake, looking a little winded. Ci can run faster than he can. Hazards of mabari ownership.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor laughs at the sight, brief but -- like everything Thor does -- open and unselfconscious.

"Greetings," he says to the mabari, amiably.

Hey, you never know who's a patron! Erring on the side of courtesy is never a bad plan, and relatedly is the honorable option.

[howtoactfereldan]

Ci barks happily! It is probably a greeting.

Unfortunately, it also summons Cullen, the cloud in her sunshine, the rain on her parade. One look at the trifle tells him everything that's happening.

It's with at least some amusement that he says to Ci, "As though Cassandra spoiling you with treats at every turn wasn't enough, you're looking to expand your operations?"

Happy bark!

"My apologies, serah," Cullen now says to Thor. "She absolutely does not want any of what it is you've got, and is very sorry for interrupting you. Right?"

A talented dog can manage to look very contrite. Ci is, of course, extremely talented.

"Right."

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor is grinning at this entire one-sided exchange.

"Your apology is accepted, though unnecessary," he says gravely to Ci.

And winks at her.

To Cullen, "I asked Miss Bar for a snack that would suffice for hospitality as well. Both of you are welcome to join my table, if you wish."

will be super slow with tags, but...had to

[like_quicksilver]

That..is a really large trifle.

There was a book of writing exercises for Gyda to help her learn to read hebrew (easier when she had someone speaking it to her), but at the moment it's all ignored when she sees the large dessert by the man's table. She's also keen to note several spoons near said dessert.

Carefully, she heads over to the table, wondering if the man's inclined to share. Something about him reminds her of home (though she's not sure how or why), so there was the chance either way he might be waiting for someone or he might want it all to himself.

"Hello." She stands across from him at his table. "Are you..waiting for someone?"

Translation: teenage girl would like trifle, but also would like not to get on bad side of security.

Ha! Yes indeed, and I'm delighted you did.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor grins. Because she's young, and hesitant in courtesy, he keeps it more welcoming than exuberant.

"Only for folk who might wish to join me. You're welcome to my table, should you wish."

There's a look about her that's familiar -- not the face, but the clothes and hair and bearing. Midgard of a long time ago, maybe; then again, maybe not, because in Milliways one never knows, but he wouldn't be surprised if his first guess is right. In which case, she's extra welcome. There are reciprocal obligations when a people have worshiped you, even if in retrospect some of his younger self's conduct was kind of embarrassing.

Re: Ha! Yes indeed, and I'm delighted you did.

[like_quicksilver]

"Thank you, I will." She pulls up a chair and starts digging out a good portion of the dessert. Whether or not she'd actually eat is all is up for grabs, but she's trying to get at a lot of the cake at the bottom. "My name is Gyda, Ragnarsdottir."

She wondered if she knew her father. He was in Milliways often enough he might know him by sight.

[mjolnir_retriever]

It's a good priority! The cake is delicious.

Also, somebody with a sensible name! Always nice, at Milliways where no many people don't have any kind of patronymic at all -- and it doesn't exactly take away from the familiarity of her clothes, either.

"I am Thor," he says with the comfortable warmth of a welcoming lord on his own turf. It's not, but this table is, for the moment. "Odinsson of Asgard."

[likeroaringlions]

"Christ, man, is that for everyone?"

Some people are subtle about their approaches to begging food.

Some people aren't. William Douglas is already reaching for a spoon.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Aw man, and here's Thor, paragon of subtlety and reticence!

Accordingly, he gives a short bellow of laughter, the kind that's often rendered as 'Ha!', and pushes a dish (of silvery metal) William Douglas's way to go with the spoon.

"Everyone who might wish to join me. If we run out, Miss Bar has more."

Because Bar's an awesome host!

[likeroaringlions]

William digs in without waiting for a second invitation, and glops a couple of heaping mounds onto the dish. "What is all this, anyway? Cherries and redcurrants, all right, and the biggest damn strawberries anyone's ever seen, but--"

(He's cut off by taking a large mouthful. Apparently he doesn't need answers before trying the mystery food.)

[feminine_menace]

"'Scuse me," YT says as she approaches Thor's table. "You're a Security guy, right? I wanted to ask whether...whoa, that is a truly epic dessert."

Yeah, YT just registered the size and elaborateness of the trifle.

[mjolnir_retriever]

"I am."

Thor doesn't sit up straight, because he already was. Thor has a tendency to sit in all chairs as if they're thrones: wide-legged, taking up space, holding court at a lordly feast-table. But he does turn a newly grave and attentive focus on YT.

...Though he unbends enough for a quick grin at the reaction. It's reasonably respectable for some casual hospitality, yes!

[feminine_menace]

The Security guy sits like he's In Charge (the capital letters are totally warranted), but oddly not in an arrogant way. Kinda reminds YT of Uncle Enzo, how he projects authority and yet is totally chill about it. Although unlike Uncle Enzo the Security guy does not look old enough to be YT's granddad.

"What's that dessert called, anyway? It looks like it oughtta have 'supreme' or 'extravaganza' in its name or something."

Maybe YT and her mom can do that for their next baking project.

[mighty_avenger]

Carol steps through the door, fresh from sparring practice with Natasha, and spots an unmistakeable face from home.

"Thor?" she asks. "So you told us you were needed in Asgard, and you're really hanging out here, huh?"

She smirks.

"Not that I can blame you. Bar serves up a mean dessert."

She drops into a chair and grabs a spoon. Carol is not a woman to say no to dessert.

[mjolnir_retriever]

...Uh.

Hello, warrior-looking total stranger! But, like, welcome and all, of course.

"I am true to my word," Thor rumbles, with a small frown.

He's not necessarily offended yet, but that bears saying.

[mighty_avenger]

"That was a joke."

Jessica's always saying Carol's got a crap sense of humor... could she be right? (THE HORROR.) Because it's not as if any of the Avengers could be unaware of Thor's sense of honor. He and Steve could have an honor-off. It'd be fun!

"Long day?"

That's a better explanation for his mis-understanding of Carol's impeccable sarcastic banter.