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]

"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."