voice;

[hammerhappy]

At first, I feared speaking publicly due to the nature of this device. I am not unfamiliar with Stark phones, even if I have rejected Stark's offers myself. He insisted time and again that the intemperate conditions of my lightning-based power would not destroy the phone, but I have proved that is incorrect here. I destroyed the first that way. And then others from the "click of a button," as they say.

But Loki offered me the Package of Walrus to protect it. It is now doing a suitable job.

I speak to you today to inform you that Loki, no matter how old or how young, is my concern. He is a citizen of Asgard, and while Asgard is not here, those responsibilities remain.

But I do not only wish to speak on heavy matters. I come to recommend that you do not try mead and ice cream in your bathing compartment in your mandated living spaces. It leaves the most foulest of aftertastes. And smells. Aye, I did not think I could ever turn down mead. I have learned otherwise.

Comments

[swordhappy]

What the Hel possessed you to do that in the bathing room?

[hammerhappy]

Loki suggested it.

[swordhappy]

I do not understand his fondness for putting Midgardian food in strange places. He gave me such a suggestion too.

...But it did not produce a smell.

[hammerhappy]

I don't believe we expected it to sour so quickly and provide such a thick grime.

[swordhappy]

What did you intend to do with it?

[hammerhappy]

To drink it, of course.

[swordhappy]

Of course.

[In a tone that says shes not sure she entirely understands the thought process here. This is walking the line between really a potentially amusing idea (if juvenile) and really gross, just for the location. Possibly just weird? She's not sure. ]

Perhaps the sink would have been less likely to produce a mess? [She sure as Hel won't be using that bathroom for awhile.] If you must.

[hammerhappy]

The plan was to have an Asgardian feast afterward. We needed quite a bit.

[swordhappy]

Feast on what? There is a shortage of sufficiently wild boar to be found here, Thor. Believe me, I have looked. And again, we come back to the part of your plan where you mixed this concoction in the place where you bathe. See if I will be visiting you any time in the future.

[hammerhappy]

I have rediscovered the meat lovers feast in many boxes with sauce and thin bread.

[swordhappy]

...what are you talking about?

[hammerhappy]

Pizza.

[swordhappy]

You couldn't just say that?

[badnewsboy]

Let's put the pasta in a can on it!

[hammerhappy]

Nay.

[swordhappy]

You do not ruin pizza in such a fashion. Ever.

[hammerhappy]

There is some charm to it.

Have you had it, Lady Sif?

[swordhappy]

Of course I have. They deliver it reliably from Broxton.

[badnewsboy]

Thor could drink what's in the sink himself. We needed to think much, much bigger. The basin seemed suitable.

[swordhappy]

Only if you never intended to use it again.

[badnewsboy]

Wellllll ...

[swordhappy]

I had better not find that neither of you are using it now that you have managed to wreck it. I do not think the city could stand the smell. Or the sight of you, for that matter.

[badnewsboy]

Of course not, that would be ridiculous of us.

[swordhappy]

And when has that stopped either of you?

[badnewsboy]

I bet you're looking rather pretty today.