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[hashtagging]

Congratulations. You have somehow managed to reach the phone of Loki Laufeyson. Leave your name, number, and willingness to do me a favor at the beep.

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[hashtagging]

Well, we are both cute, smart, not human, have a great sense of fashion, you know.

[ Not to say he's arrogant. ]

[hyoscine]

Well, I'm with you so far... Although I'm going to argue that you infinitely outclass me in attractiveness.

[He has reason to be, to be fair.]

[hashtagging]

I will accept that argument.

[ Because he is an ass. ]

[hyoscine]

And so modest too.

[A slight snort, followed by a huff of laughter.]

Here I was expecting a compliment or something.

[hashtagging]

That would be far too predictable. Not my style.

[ But he is obviously amused by the entire thing. ]

[hyoscine]

Well, that I certainly can't deny.

[She finally works up the nerve to do more than just bump against him, leaning to rest against his arm lightly.]

I kind of like that about you though.

[hashtagging]

I appreciate that.

[ Which is true. It is not often people find him anything but annoying. ]

[hyoscine]

Yeah?

[Please pretend she's not about to furiously blush here, okay? Okay.]

...how much?

[hashtagging]

What do you mean?

[ He looks over at her, raising his eyebrows. ]

[hyoscine]

[Pausing, because wow so flustered that didn't go how she imagined whoops.]

How much do you appreciate it, I mean...?

[hashtagging]

[ Loki looks thoughtful. ]

More than I can explain. It is a rare thing for people to like.

[hyoscine]

[Oh goodness.

Definitely not going how she imagined. She bites the inside of her cheek idly and then leans up a bit.]

Their loss, right?

[hashtagging]

[ He flashes her a grin. ]

Indeed.

[hyoscine]

[Sighing just a bit- which she hides with a little huff into her bangs- and pulling back with a nod.]

...right. Well in any case, come on- lead the way to the kitchen. These pancakes aren't going to make themselves.

[hashtagging]

No, indeed.

[ Loki bounces up (the sudden lack of physical contact hits him, and makes his stomach twist; he had not been completely ignorant of her movements during this. he remembered all too well Bruce's suggestion, but -- no. It did not feel right and would not be right, considering who he was) and leads her to the lab, where there is not really a kitchen, but enough of a set-up to make food when they manage to get something not dried. ]

[hyoscine]

[If she knew that train of thought, she'd demand to know who had given him license to make decisions about what wouldn't be right for her- but she doesn't. Instead, she does her best to keep herself busy so she doesn't think about how much she probably just embarrassed herself as they near the makeshift cooking area, pulling what's left of her pancake mix out in a small plastic bag and immediately looking around for a bowl. As she does, she continues pulling more things out of her bag, including a couple of eggs (gods bless her chickens) and a couple of bottles of water.

No milk, but hey. That stuff didn't quite keep as well, or as long.]

Gonna need a bowl and a pan please- if you've got them. Otherwise I'll have to grab some from home.

[Which really, would take all of ten seconds, but better to ask first.]

[hashtagging]

No problem.

[ He grabbed two bowls, but by the time he offered them to her, he had shifted one into a pan. ]

This big enough?

[hyoscine]

...I will never stop being impressed that you can just do that.

[But she takes the pan with a nod, setting it aside for the moment, and starts pouring out pancake mix.]

But yeah, that's good.

[And to mixing she goes, occasionally pushing up her sleeves to keep from getting powder all over them.]

[hashtagging]

I am a god of many talents.

[ And no modesty what-so-ever.

He goes looking through the shelves for some of the jam he had tucked away. Not as good as syrup, but better than nothing. ]

[hyoscine]

I'll say.

[Whoops, not what she meant to say. Give her a second to turn on the burner as she mixes.]

What're you looking for?

[hashtagging]

[ Loki snickers (he so does like compliments), and then brandishes a small jar. ]

No maple syrup, but I thought some strawberry jam might go well with our pancakes.

[hyoscine]

[Of course he does.]

...Oh!

[Her expression brightens almost immediately.]

My favorite!

[hashtagging]

See how awesome I am? I brought your favorite and did not even know it.

[ He tosses her the jar with a grin. ]

[hyoscine]

[Hands busy as they are, Twyla doesn't catch it- but her shadows do, and set it on the counter beside her as she flashes him another amused look.]

I am in awe, I assure you.

[hashtagging]

You best be. That is a jar of fine magical ingredients I am going to let you eat.