Water isn't really what he wants, but he's not about to argue, even if she gave him an opening for it. It's better than the false ale at least. It's not pretending to be something it's not.
While she's away from the table, Thor takes the opportunity to take a few pieces of cut fruit and cheese, not really sure why he feels the need to make sure she's not looking first. It's not like she won't notice when she returns. Nor is he doing anything wrong. So why does it feel as though he's grasping for some kind of control?
He doesn't understand himself, now more than ever.
"Thank you," he murmurs quietly, pulling the water glass closer and taking a drink. Take that, ginger ale. Thor picks at his food, more for something to do with his hands that isn't holding a bottle of mead than out of any real hunger, though he doubts Amelia cares why as long as he's eating something. "It's not my first, um, hangover." That's the right word, he's pretty sure, though he's never been quite clear on what one is hanging on in the first place. "My friends and I, we... used to celebrate after battles sometimes. Big feast, lots of meat, all that." Has he spoken to her of the Warriors Three before? Thor can't remember. Nor can he remember speaking of them since their deaths, other than funerary rites. It had hurt too much, before.
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While she's away from the table, Thor takes the opportunity to take a few pieces of cut fruit and cheese, not really sure why he feels the need to make sure she's not looking first. It's not like she won't notice when she returns. Nor is he doing anything wrong. So why does it feel as though he's grasping for some kind of control?
He doesn't understand himself, now more than ever.
"Thank you," he murmurs quietly, pulling the water glass closer and taking a drink. Take that, ginger ale. Thor picks at his food, more for something to do with his hands that isn't holding a bottle of mead than out of any real hunger, though he doubts Amelia cares why as long as he's eating something. "It's not my first, um, hangover." That's the right word, he's pretty sure, though he's never been quite clear on what one is hanging on in the first place. "My friends and I, we... used to celebrate after battles sometimes. Big feast, lots of meat, all that." Has he spoken to her of the Warriors Three before? Thor can't remember. Nor can he remember speaking of them since their deaths, other than funerary rites. It had hurt too much, before.