[ He makes a show of appearing taken aback, utensil and fruit held up in each hand. The dagger is nowhere to be seen. ]
Oh, now you're just asking for too much.
[ Some of the cabinets are probably stocked with several disgustingly sweet things, he thinks, but she can discover that for herself. Chocolate is definitely one of those things, though he can only hope they've included the bittersweet variety.
He leans against the edge of the wooden dining table, mindfully avoiding the cabinet doors as they open, and works on his half of the passion fruit. It's a genuine treat for him; they don't grow on Asgard and it's been at least a decade since he's last visited Alfheim. ]
You'll have quite a bit of fun in here, I imagine. [ He hopes, actually, since she enjoys cooking and this -- well. It's... cozier than the kitchens she used in Asgard. More her style. ]
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Oh, now you're just asking for too much.
[ Some of the cabinets are probably stocked with several disgustingly sweet things, he thinks, but she can discover that for herself. Chocolate is definitely one of those things, though he can only hope they've included the bittersweet variety.
He leans against the edge of the wooden dining table, mindfully avoiding the cabinet doors as they open, and works on his half of the passion fruit. It's a genuine treat for him; they don't grow on Asgard and it's been at least a decade since he's last visited Alfheim. ]
You'll have quite a bit of fun in here, I imagine. [ He hopes, actually, since she enjoys cooking and this -- well. It's... cozier than the kitchens she used in Asgard. More her style. ]