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[run_barry]

It's a quiet day in Central City. No dead bodies have dropped to call Barry into his day job, and a quick zip around the city yields only a mugger and one jaywalker who would've been pancaked by a garbage truck if 'The Streak' hadn't been there to rush him to the safety of the sidewalk.

(Seriously, he needs a better superhero name.)

With things so chill at home Barry is glad when he finds Milliways in his apartment. He was looking for something to eat, but the fridge and cupboards in his place are bare.

Obviously it's time for him to join Costco or something, but in the meantime...

"Hey, Bar," he greets the counter, sliding onto a stool wearing blue jeans and a sweatshirt. "Can I get a-- "

A platter appears with deli meats and cheeses all cut down to fit on the accompanying Ritz crackers. It's the type of tray usually made to feed small armies of party guests.

"--snack."

Barry grins and while he starts assembling cracker sandwiches, Bar produces a chocolate milkshake; which earns a wary glance from Barry, but he soon discovers this one isn't a protein ruse.



[ooc: Here all day, and this will be open through the weekend.]

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[gods_that_haunt_me]

Here is someone who has the appetite of a small army!

Except he's not really sure what he's looking at or what Barry is doing.

"Why is this food so tiny?" asks the tall and lanky Viking with weird eye makeup as he peers with curiosity (and hunger?) at the tray.

[run_barry]

Barry looks up from assembling a triple-decker cracker sandwich, does a bit of a double-take at the man's appearance, then shrugs.

"It's snack food. Easy to assemble, easy to eat." Easy to consume in mass quantities if a person so chooses.

He pushes the tray over a bit in offering. "Try some?"

[gods_that_haunt_me]

????

"Assemble? Why must I assemble this food to eat it?"

He recognizes the cheese and what looks to be some kind of salted meat, but he picks up a Ritz cracker and sniffs it.

"I have never seen a biscuit with so unnatural a color."

[run_barry]

Bar has put together a nice variety, there are ham, turkey, pepperoni and salami rounds, along with cheddar, Monterey Jack and Swiss cheese slices.

"Because it tastes better that way," he replies. "You could eat it all separately if you want, but putting them together is great."

He holds up his small tower in illustration, then manages to pop the whole thing into his mouth, crunching loudly and smiling, giving a 'try it' nod of encouragement.

[gods_that_haunt_me]

Floki looks at the platter of tidbits, then at the cracker in his hand, then at the young man as he stuffs his face.

Then he pops the cracker into his own mouth. And his eyes go wide. He's never tasted anything like it! Buttery and salty and crispy yet with a melt-in-your-mouth lightness to it.

"Is this a custom in your land, to assemble your food thus?" he asks as he takes another cracker and puts some cheese and pepperoni on it.

He's never had pepperoni before either. It's spicy! Spicy for his mostly bland diet but he likes it, too!

[run_barry]

"S'good, right?" he asks, putting together another even while he's still chewing on the previous.

With a turkey cheddar combo in hand, he pauses and considers the question.

"Custom? Yeah, I guess you could call it that. Mostly found at parties and tailgates."

[gods_that_haunt_me]

"Very good!" he agrees enthusiastically as he also stacks another cracker with more bits of cheese and ham.

"What is a tailgate?"

[run_barry]

Barry nods, glad the guy likes them.

"Like a party, but before a game. People do it in parking lots outside of the stadium from their cars or trucks. Hence, tailgating."

[gods_that_haunt_me]

Some of the things he says make sense, some don't.

"I have seen cars and trucks here, but they do not exist in my time yet," he tells him before munching on the latest stack he's put together.

"Your people have games that are so important that feasts precede them? We often have them before raids and battles, but not games."

[run_barry]

"Some people feel that they are," he replies about games. "When are you from?"

In the past is an easy guess, but he's not as strong in history as he is in other subjects.

[gods_that_haunt_me]

"Huh," Floki huffs, thinking that very strange, to celebrate a game with tiny snacks.

"We do not number the years as others seem to do, but I am told that those a thousand years in the future still know of my people. I am a Viking. My name is Floki, of Kattegat."

[run_barry]

"Oh sure, I've definitely heard of your people," he says with a nod, briefly debating mentioning that there's a sports team called the Vikings, then deciding against it. "My name's Barry Allen, I'm from Central City. Uh, 2014."

[gods_that_haunt_me]

"Ah, so you have!" he says brightly, always pleased to know when the stories and legends have been passed down. "Well met, Barry Allen. And what do you do in Central City?"

[iprotectyou]

"That's a snack?" a great, big bear of a man arm-in-arm with a smaller one says, grinning. "She mothers you more than she does me!"

He bends his head to his three-inches-shorter companion, speaking quickly, sotto voce. "There's a teenager here with a huge variety of meats and cheeses and crackers on a platter. He has to put them together to eat them."

Then Baze turns to the hungry teen again. "Why do you have to assemble your food?"

(OOC: Hello! Chirrut will be along in a moment, if you don't mind!)

[idontneedluck]

"You mean worse than you do me." Chirrut corrects cheerfully, giving Baze a nudge. "Forgive this rude bantha. I'm Chirrut Imwe, and the man who cannot mind his own business is Baze Malbus." He introduces himself with a tiny mis-directed wave with the hand Baze doesn't have captured, the one carrying his ever-present staff.

[run_barry]

Barry looks up, then back at the platter, chuckling. "Yeah, I think she likes me."

And Bar somehow seems to be in the know about his metabolism.

He looks over the two men and offers a smile. "I'm Barry Allen. The uh, crackers and stuff are done that way so you can make up your own. Kind of a choose your own adventure thing."

[ooc: YAY! I don't mind at all! ^^]

[iprotectyou]

"Pleasure to meet you, Barry," Baze says, settling his armed and armored bulk onto a nearby barstool after guiding Chirrut to one. "I've never seen crackers like that. That is what they are, right? Crackers?"

Bar provides a mug of hot chocolate and tang bark for him, and a cup of sapir for Chirrut. Baze leans over to his friend. "The crackers are circular, with four holes punched in then and ridged edges."

[idontneedluck]

"How do things not leak through, then?" Chirrut asks curiously as he collects his mug of tea. He's not sure how such a thing would work, though he's generally in favor of food that can be eaten on the run.

Just ask any member of the kitchen staff of the temple. He was a bit ridiculous over the years.

[run_barry]

"Yeah, they're Ritz, it's a brand where I'm from. You can try some if you like," he offers. There's plenty, and Bar always seems happy to provide more when needed.

"These ones aren't great for anything runny," he replies to Chirrut. "But they're kind of perfect for snacking."

As he speaks he puts together a quick sandwich using two of the crackers, a piece of ham and cheddar to show as an example to the bigger man.

[iprotectyou]

"Thank you," Baze says, pleased that this polite teenager is addressing Chirrut directly--not to mention showing Baze how the food is supposed to work. Baze describes the sandwich to Chirrut, making a not-very-educated guess as to what the meat and cheese actually are. "I think that's Ahto City cheese and gorrunt meat. They're little squares and circles, and fit on top of the cracker just so."

He grins at Barry. "Do you put a meat and cheese on each one, or do you just eat the crackers sometimes?"

[idontneedluck]

A cracker has found its way into Chirrut's hand. Of course he has no idea how that happened. Just like he has no idea how various snacks disappeared from the kitchens over the years. He nibbles on it, since he has it, but the nibbles quickly turn into wolfing it down.

"They're rich! People eat these for snacks?"

[run_barry]

He tilts his head, gorrunt doesn't sound like the most appetizing thing.

"Actually it's uh, cheddar, Monterey Jack, I think, and Swiss cheese," he says, pointing them out as he goes along. "And turkey, ham, pepperoni and salami."

Finishing his sandwich, he puts another together, this time using a piece of everything.

"It's kind of however you want it. That's what's great about the spread," he replies, then adds with a chuckle, "Of course, that's what's dangerous about it, too. They're supposed to be for snacking, but it's not hard to just keep eating until you're full."

[iprotectyou]

"The cheddar is yellow and square, the Monterey Jack is yellow and white and also square, and the Swiss is white with holes in it," Baze informs Chirrut, plucking up one of the buttery crackers to try for himself, and thanking Barry for it. "The turkey is pink and circular, the ham is a darker pink and also circular, the pepperoni is red and, again, circular, and the salami is red with white spots and bigger than the pepperoni."

He nibbles on the cracker more delicately than a man his size really should, but, like Chirrut, this soon turns into stuffing it in his mouth. "These really are good! Thank you," he says, beaming at Barry. "Turkey--that's a kind of bird, right? What sorts of meats are the ham, pepperoni, and salami?"

[idontneedluck]

"You have many tube-like creatures in your world." Chirrut marvels, curiously ghosting a hand over the spread and picking a piece. It tragically isn't meat, but he'll eat a piece of Monterey Jack anyway.

[run_barry]

"Yeah, turkeys are birds, the others are pork, and I think beef in the pepperoni and salami," he answers about the meats.

"Oh, they don't start out this way. They're processed and um, cut to fit?" he replies, then wonders if maybe Chirrut isn't kidding. Barry can't always tell when people are messing with him.

"Where are you guys from?" he asks.

Watching Chirrut, Barry wipes off his hands and puts together another sandwich. "Check it, I've been eating Lunchables since I was a like six, so I'm basically an expert. Try this one, it's ham and cheddar."

He holds the sandwich out, pinched between this thumb and forefinger, looking to Baze for maybe some help letting Chirrut know Barry's holding it out for him.