J,GoB, Saturday Morning

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There hadn't been any servants around this morning, so Thor had had to get himself ready with the advice, if not assistance, of what he had decided was not a dread spirit but rather his imaginary friend Don.

Despite finding being relegated to imaginary friend status kind of hurtful (though he found tiny Thor adorable and hoped someone got pictures), Don, not trusting tiny Thor in the kitchen at all, had directed him to the bakery, and so there was a tiny prince of Asgard inspecting the baked goods on display thoughtfully, trying to pick the very best one(s) with which to break his fast.

I don't suppose you can lift Mjolnir like this. Actually, from what Don remembered of its history, Mjolnir shouldn't have existed yet, but Thor didn't bat an eye at the question.

"Oh, no. I'm probably centuries off from that."

Great. Maybe it wouldn't last long? What about the blueberry muffin?

"Hmmmmmm..."

J,GoB is open, and currently hosting a very small prince of Asgard and his 'imaginary friend' for breakfast.

(OOC: For those who can see ghosts and such, Don will be tagging along with Thor in his (glowy and transparent) spirit form for the weekend, the better to at least try to supervise!)

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[stykera]

"Humans can be slimy," Stark said. "Good though. We're not slimy. Either of us. Do you want breakfast? I'm happy to share."

[sith_happened]

Anakin tilted his head. "Depends on what you're getting."

[stykera]

"Lots of things," Stark said vaguely. "Enough for sharing. What would you like?"

[sith_happened]

Anakin pointed straight at the chocolate muffin. "That one."

[stykera]

"Chocolate is a very good choice," Stark told him approvingly. "Do you have chocolate at home, ever?"

He was pretty sure the answer was no.

He nodded to the worker behind the counter, trying to indicate that whatever this boy (or the other) ordered would be taken care of.

[sith_happened]

"No," Anakin said, "but we do have blue milk."

[stykera]

"I didn't know it came in blue," Stark said. "But why wouldn't it? Does it make cheese that's blue too?"

[sith_happened]

"Of course," Anakin said.

[stykera]

"I've learned something new then," Stark said. "Thank you."

Anakin would be getting the bluest and slimiest cheese Stark could find at some point. Just for fun.

[sith_happened]

"You're welcome?" Anakin said, sounding confused. "I thought everyone knew about blue cheese."

[stykera]

"Blue cheese here isn't made from blue milk. It has...mold in it."

Which, thinking about it, sounded a little gross but Stark just shrugged.

"The mold is blue. But not the sort that would hurt you if you eat it."

[sith_happened]

Anakin looked deeply skeptical for a kid who was pressing his face into counter glass five minutes ago. "Ew."

[stykera]

"I won't make you eat any," Stark promised. "The cheese in the pastries here isn't blue at all and they would never serve something moldy here."

JGoB was above reproach in all things. Obviously.

[sith_happened]

"Why is there cheese in pastries?" Anakin asked.

[stykera]

"Because it tastes good," Stark said. "Would you like to try one? It's sweet, the cheese."

[sith_happened]

Anakin made a face. "I guess?"

[stykera]

"You don't have to," Stark said quickly. He wasn't about to force anything on a child.

"But I'll be getting some, and you can share. If you like. Do you have a favorite food for breakfasts?"

[sith_happened]

"Not really," Anakin said. "It's the same thing every day."