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[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies is in the kitchen today, enjoying a curry and some milk and looking pensive as she mutters to herself about that pesky cross-reality murder case]

What are my chances of finding it if I just search their flats? And would one of 'em warn the other if I started with the wrong one? Not that they've exactly been acting like they're in league...

[but she lets that thought trail off with a frown as she realises she has company when something large and furry rubs against her legs] ...what.

[she ducks down to look under the table, staring at the tiger that is happily rubbing her and giving off what must be a purr. she gapes] Again! Damnit, he did set this up! Of all the absolute--

[she cuts off as the tiger noses her face, apparently unhappy that she seems so displeased. it makes beseeching noises at her as she quickly pulls back] Oi, get off! I don't need comfort; you're the problem!

[ooc: Menzies messed with Gabriel, so he thought it would be fun to have the tiger that was trailing him follow her around instead. It's acting as a pet and bodyguard, so be warned that upsetting Menzies at the moment will also upset the tiger. But feel free to visit her and her new friend! He's generally quite tame, really.]

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[behisequal]

[He pokes at the contents of her dish until he's speared a piece of something on the end of the fork and put it in his mouth. It's good, but he's also not expecting the pungent spices to meld so nicely.] This is something all mortals eat?

It is as you said previously: grass, dirt and flowers. But no, it is not always night, at least not in the way you may be thinking. On a clear, sunny day, the sky is very blue and only at its zenith can one see the lights from the closest neighbouring stars overhead. Night on Asgard is far grander, or so I like to think. [He adds a smile to punctuate his sentence.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she's amused at his reaction] Pretty much, yeah. Why? 'aven't got it where you're from?

[she can't help her interested expression. while she may have had a lot of dealings with aliens, her experience with actual alien planets is a whole lot less] And that's like the Plane, then? Must be quite a sight. [actually, he's making her wish she could see it, but she certainly doesn't trust him enough to ask for something like that]

[behisequal]

No, not this particular collection of spices. [He takes another forkful, eats it, and slides it back to her. It's hers, after all.] Do you know what's in it so I may inform the cooks back home?

[He smiles] It's far more beautiful. Perhaps one day, I could show you.

[grip_on_reality]

[she digs back into the dish for another bite] This one's takeaway. [she gestures at it with her fork] But I could get you a recipe for a version of it, if you want.

[she raises an eyebrow, smirking back] Maybe one day.

[behisequal]

[He frowns, uncertain about her use of the "takeaway" term and how it relates to how it's made.] Yes, you took it away from your realm to here. But yes, I would like that very much.

[Hopefully when that day comes, he will not regret bringing her there. (Or perhaps he'll have a good reason for bringing a mortal to Asgard.)]

[grip_on_reality]

[she snorts] I meant, I got it at a restaurant. I didn't make it myself. But like I said, I'll get you a recipe.

[don't worry, Loki. Menzies is a lot less known for causing trouble than certain other people on the Plane]

[behisequal]

[He nods his head slightly, smiling] Then you have my thanks. [He pushes away from the table.]

Are you certain you don't require some assistance with your animal before I depart?

[grip_on_reality]

Don't mention it.

[she makes a face] Like I said, I'm gonna 'ave a talk with 'is owner. Thanks anyway. [and the tiger chooses that moment to sit in front of her--right on her feet, actually. she gives it a long-suffering look before rolling her eyes and returning to her curry]

[behisequal]

Then so be it. [He gives her a polite bow, eyeing the tiger once more. A trick on the tiger may startle it and thus harm the human--a human within a position of some authority. He doesn't wish to draw too much negative attention to himself quite yet, so this time, he actually does nothing. He simply leaves the kitchen to go and be mischievous elsewhere.

Think yourself lucky, Menzies, that you got away without even a simple conjuring trick.]