Meet me for a bite? To eat, I mean.

[crafter_of_memes]

Maybe it's just your usual daily sustenance.
Maybe you're celebrating something special.
Maybe you're negotiating a contract.
Maybe you're on a date.
Everyone has to eat sometime.

WHICH:
1. Breakfast
2. Lunch
3. Tea
4. Dinner
5. Midnight Snack
x. Pick your own.

WHERE:
1. Your own kitchen
2. A five star restaurant.
3. An outdoor picnic.
4. A roadside diner.
5. A hotel.
x. Pick your own.

WHY:
1. News to share
2. Celebration
3. Date night
4. Business meeting.
5. Just wanted to hang out.
x. Pick your own.

HOW TO PLAY:
Someone left you a message inviting you to share a meal,
but you don't know who or why.
Tag in with your pup, roll for or write your prompt,
and wait for your liaison to appear.

Comments

Loki | MCU | OTA

[jotunblooded]

((ooc: Food, depending on the canonpoint, is a very good way to get him to sit down and listen for a bit. Alternatively, Loki could feasibly issue an invite for any of the why's, but doesn't really do his own cooking and so 1 is unlikely on the where. The food for 3 is likely to be stolen.))

5,3,5

[dejah_thoris]

When she couldn't sleep, the roof gardens were her favourite place to escape to. When someone had slipped a note under her door inviting her there and promising food, her curiosity and her stomach got the better of her.

"Oh, it's you." She smiled when she saw him, and settled down beside him. "It's been awhile."

[jotunblooded]

"It's me." He greets her with his usual tired smile, scooting aside a bit to make room on the bench. "And it has."

He thinks she thinks he's just another tenement in the building, and it's a notion he's made no move to dissuade her of. Much as it galls Loki to admit it, even to himself, he occasionally finds himself missing simple things like, well, company and talking.

The couple of times they've met have been, overall, good for what's left of his sanity, and so here they are again.

Loki nudges a bag at his feet, adding: "As promised." It's mostly odds and ends that he could lift from a couple of grocery stores. He can about work a microwave, but otherwise Loki's own attempts to cook in abandoned apartments have proven minor disasters.

[dejah_thoris]

"I was beginning to think you didn't like me anymore," she teases. She leans her shoulder against his for a brief moment before reaching down to pick up the bag. She reaches a hand in and pulls out two bottles of beer, handing them both to him.

"Let's see what wonders you've brought us today. Ooo, sandwiches. Is it a special occasion?"

[jotunblooded]

"Well, you're certainly preferable to nothing at all." He teases back lightly, leaning back against her in turn. That is the truth of the matter, after all, but it doesn't diminish how much her company is appreciated.

"Does it need to be?" Even as he says so, however, Loki catches himself wondering whether sandwiches are a step up or a step down, where humans are concerned. He just finds them convenient, more than anything, and hadn't even really been paying attention to what sort he'd gotten.

The beer is a brand he's never tried before, but honestly, it's been all the same to Loki so far. Nowhere near enough to get him drunk, but the taste is decent enough. Certainly better than some of the swill he'd sometimes come across in his travels with Thor. He gets the bottlecap off easily enough and takes a long swig.

"So, how have you been faring?"

[dejah_thoris]

"Such a charmer," she says, trading him a beer for a sandwich. "Just for that, you get the egg salad. I'm taking the ham and cheese."

She shifts on the bench so she can set her beer down, and unwrap her sandwich.

"Better than the last time we spoke. Sold a couple of paintings to a gallery down on 14th Street. What about you? Heard from your brother recently?"

[jotunblooded]

Oh, thank god. So far, Earth's idea of cheese has tasted like nothing so much as cheap paste. He's stomached worse, of course, but it certainly wouldn't have been his first choice.

Egg salad, however, is almost worth the entire human race.

...sometimes, it seems like Dejah knows more and more about him by the visit. How does that keep happening? And so Loki looks briefly surprised at the mention of Thor, before attempting to brush it aside. "No, nothing recently. He's been busy as ever, it seems. I don't like to get in his way."

Especially when "getting in his way", in this case, would consist of admitting to being alive at all. Which didn't mean he didn't keep tabs on his older brother, of course.

He tries to change the subject around. "Working on anything new, then?"

[dejah_thoris]

She pays attention to these things. They're important, especially with someone as fickle and potentially ill-tempered as he is.

"Always," she grins, nudging his knee with her bare foot. She takes a swig of her beer, and gestures with the bottle. "When are you going to let me paint you, hmm? You keep saying next time, and technically, this is 'the next time.'"

*Yeesh*, I am sorry for the delay. School has been...distracting. >_<

[jotunblooded]

Loki almost chokes on his drink at her question - he knows he should come to expect it, by now, but somehow, the question always catches him off guard. No matter how adept he gets at deflecting it, and Loki has come up with some very creative excuses in the past.

Mortals can take the strangest ideas into their heads. He wonders if he should stop bringing over alcohol to encourage this one.

Instead, for now, he just offers her his most charming smile. "I am afraid I shall have to add another 'next time' to our running tally, Dejah. I won't be staying long in any case."

In an attempt to deflect further questioning, he starts in on his sandwich.

No worries!

[dejah_thoris]

Her smile is touch sad, but she's not surprised. It's become a game, trying to get him into her studio. Like catching that rare butterfly on film, so your friends will believe you when you tell them how beautiful it really is.

"No matter," she says, picking at her own sandwich. "I may just have to do with painting you from memory." An exercise in futility, she's found. The paints never seem to know what to do with the image of him she holds in her head.

She sits beside him, eating in companionable silence, washing down a bite with a sip of beer. Maybe daring to steal a glance every now and again.

Re: No worries!

[jotunblooded]

"Your memory seems perfectly astute," he assures her. He doesn't see way she should have any problems painting him - after all, she sees him more regularly than almost anyone else, even if his visits are rather sporadic.

But Loki has never been terribly artistic.

He still knows this almost certainly isn't the end of it, though. But that's fine. the game has become almost a habit, otherwise, and he has so few of those.

"...you must be getting tired of only eating whatever I think to grab." Loki's usual habit is grabbing whatever looks good, and usually she eats it, but he also knows that's probably not the most polite way to go about things. He's not incapable of courtesy. It's just usually too much trouble.

[dejah_thoris]

"Not at all," she says, and it's the truth. He doesn't seem to have much of anything steady in his life. If she can be that, then she'll deal with shitty convenience store sandwiches. He's a royal pain in her ass, but she honestly enjoys his company.

"I know you've got other things you could be doing than putting together some grand picnic, and picking the proper wine to go with the fish. Besides, your taste in beer is getting better." She smirks at him, her eyes sparking with mirth even as she drinks straight from the bottle. "You know, if you ever gave me a day's warning that you were coming, I could actually cook you a meal."

Imagine that. With plates and silverware and everything.

[jotunblooded]

"And if I were capable of giving you a day's warning, I would."

Truth be told, though, he doesn't even have a cell phone. Even if his travels didn't take him back here more or less on the whims of fate, most of the people he communicated with on a remotely regular basis were people he could communicate with by means other than phones.

...still. An actual meal sounded indescribably nice, now that she'd proposed it. Maybe it's worth planning ahead for just a bit.

"Next time."

He offers her his bottle for a silent toast, so she knows that he actually means it this time.

[dejah_thoris]

She smiles broadly at him, laughing quietly as she touches her bottle to his. He is as predictable as a ferret on espresso, but he's always been like that. She'd probably faint outright if he called ahead.

"This is me, not holding my breath," she says, nudging his shoulder with hers again. She rummages in the bag, to see if there's anything else. She comes up with a smaller paper bag that seems to be full of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and other various and sundry chocolate.

Her face splits in a huge grin. "You remembered."