"No, no cats, but there's a sale for bread at the grocer's, and I think a coupon for this diner, which has already been ripped out," Loki replied, giving the newspaper another glance over, as if to make sure that, yes, there was indeed a ragged hole where he had first seen a ragged hole. "So I guess I have to rely on a friend discount, yes?"
It was true that somehow Ruby managed to bring out the lighter side of him - she encouraged smiling, she appreciated wit, and she was overly complimentary of everything, it seemed, sometimes. It was very different from what he was used to, where he was treated with trepidation, or at least the expectancy that he would be less than pleasant. Still, that didn't mean whipped cream on his face was a look he was going for, so he swiped his fingertip through the topping to lick a bit of it off. The topping she had dusted on it was a sort of spice, warm and sweet.
"I have no soft side; I'm all sharp angles," he said, picking up the (now, much more manageable) mug of hot chocolate and taking a sip and doing his best to avoid whipped cream, which he was only vaguely successful at.
It was very good. He hadn't exactly sampled these sorts of drinks over his long life, but he had to say, it was jostling for a spot in the higher rankings, particularly alongside mulled wine. "It's very good, Ruby," he said. "You'll have to make some for my mother, when you meet her. I think she would like it."
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Date: 2014-05-28 01:56 am (UTC)It was true that somehow Ruby managed to bring out the lighter side of him - she encouraged smiling, she appreciated wit, and she was overly complimentary of everything, it seemed, sometimes. It was very different from what he was used to, where he was treated with trepidation, or at least the expectancy that he would be less than pleasant. Still, that didn't mean whipped cream on his face was a look he was going for, so he swiped his fingertip through the topping to lick a bit of it off. The topping she had dusted on it was a sort of spice, warm and sweet.
"I have no soft side; I'm all sharp angles," he said, picking up the (now, much more manageable) mug of hot chocolate and taking a sip and doing his best to avoid whipped cream, which he was only vaguely successful at.
It was very good. He hadn't exactly sampled these sorts of drinks over his long life, but he had to say, it was jostling for a spot in the higher rankings, particularly alongside mulled wine. "It's very good, Ruby," he said. "You'll have to make some for my mother, when you meet her. I think she would like it."