Thor cannot really relax until she stops cleaning, and while he's not consciously all that hungry, his stomach still growls a little at the smell of the omelette. Has he eaten today? Maybe it was yesterday. He doesn't recall, not when the days tend to blend together.
The small kitchen table has not been used since he moved in, preferring to take any meals - such as they are - to the living room, watching TV while he eats. But he pulls out a chair at the table and sits, awkward and uncomfortable, and sniffs at the orange juice, wishing it held something a little stronger. He's read about a drink called a screwdriver, maybe that could be something to try next.
"I've never been in one," he admits, after he realizes she's waiting for him to respond. It does not surprise him that humans would keep their healing halls so clean, though, without magic to sterilize and guard against infection.
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The small kitchen table has not been used since he moved in, preferring to take any meals - such as they are - to the living room, watching TV while he eats. But he pulls out a chair at the table and sits, awkward and uncomfortable, and sniffs at the orange juice, wishing it held something a little stronger. He's read about a drink called a screwdriver, maybe that could be something to try next.
"I've never been in one," he admits, after he realizes she's waiting for him to respond. It does not surprise him that humans would keep their healing halls so clean, though, without magic to sterilize and guard against infection.