The Perk, Tuesday Afternoon

[ifwebeworthy]

Thor was in a celebratory mood for no particular reason that involved pelting Tony Stark with paint balloons, and thus felt like treating himself to a latte and a pastry. Perhaps two pastries. He was a big god, after all.

"Do you want anything while we are here?" he asked the inside of his cup before taking a sip.

Let me get back to you on that, Don said, and his spirit wandered over to inspect the pastry case. Thor wondered if he would feel it if he tried to go any further, and then he shrugged off such weighty metaphysical matters and dedicated his attention to his almond croissant.

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[stykera]

Some people had not done so well at paintball but that just meant that those people needed an excessively sugary iced coffee to drown their sorrows.

"Hello, Thor," he said.

Don got nothing more than a tiny glance because stepping through a ghost/spirit/etc was Very Rude.

[ifwebeworthy]

Such people's choices were valid.

"Stark," Thor said with a nod and an attempt not to look too smug about his victory. "Good afternoon."

[stykera]

"Basking in your victory?"

Some people hadn't won even one time this summer. Sigh.

"I prefer the paint guns to the balloons."

[ifwebeworthy]

"Firearms have never been my weapon of choice," Thor said.

Now, if ever paint hammers featured, Thor would cry most foul if he did not win.

[stykera]

If there were paint hammers and Thor lost there would have to be a serious investigation into the rampant cheating going on.

"Gladio would probably tell me I skipped too many arm days to be good at throwing the balloons."

He would be correct.

"What are you celebrating with?"

[ifwebeworthy]

"A vanilla latte and a bear claw," Thor told him. Verily, there was no more mightily named pastry.

The bear's other claw had already been consumed.

"And yourself?"

[stykera]

"Soothing myself with an iced caramel macchiato," Stark said. "Extra whipped cream."

If there wasn't extra whipped cream what even was the point?