video — @nobody

[villr]

[ There's a blur of color and too-bright fluorescent lights before the camera stops abruptly in front of the frozen food aisle of a grocery store. ]

See that? [ She probably means the frankly alarming amount of eggo waffles, zooming in on a few boxes for emphasis. ] They keep getting restocked somehow. [ And she's taken a lot. So she'd actually know.

Switching the camera view, Sylvie's face fills the screen. She looks awfully stern, like she's about to launch into theorizing or even a warning about the validity of the food. But she doesn't. Instead, inexplicably: ]

All of those are mine—even the ones that aren't there yet. [ ... she's serious. ] Fight me if you want, but I call dibs.

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[villr]

[ There's a brief flash of recognition on her face—and something else, something tense—before she's switching the camera view again. Enjoy the waffle visuals. And the fact that she's skipping over most of his questions. ]

Have you even had these before?

[abit_ofboth]

[She might be quick with the camera, but not quick enough to evade Loki’s notice. He can’t figure why someone he’s never met would be tense, though he’s not really sure he hasn’t met her. He looks into the camera curiously when it suddenly switches back to the yellow boxes. He huffs in annoyance. He’s going to find out who this woman is and there is nothing she can do about it.]

I have not. They look to be some sort of processed Midgardian food. Why would I have tried anything like that? [What had she done? Mistaken him for Thor? That idea causes him to chuckle lowly. No, if they had ever met, even in passing, she would not think he was Thor.]

[villr]

[ That's the problem, isn't it? Sylvie knows he's smart, she knows he absolutely picked up on her slip, and she also knows it's going to be an uphill battle avoiding his attempts to figure out what's going on. ]

Right, yeah. Fussy. [ Totally flat, neutral tone with no inflection at all. Nothing to see here! ] I'd tell you to try some, but then you'd have to fight me for it. Guess you'll have to settle for toaster strudels.

[abit_ofboth]

I am not fussy thank you very much. I just know good food when I see it, and that, my dear, is not it. [He is fully aware he sounds like a snob and he does not care. Though he has found some Midgardian food he does like, he feels like being bitchy currently. Something about this woman has gotten under his skin and he hates that he’s somehow drawn to her. Why does he care so much who she is?]

You sound like my brother and his popped tarts. I do not want any of your processed foods. I would rather make myself some eggs and toasted bread. Some fresh fruit on the side. Maybe I will snack on some nuts. Or have a nice stew for dinner. But not that crap.

[He gives the camera a smug look, though he’s not sure she can see him with the camera faced away. Perhaps if he annoys her enough, he’ll get to meet her and he can figure out why he’s bothered at all.]

Besides, I could best you in battle any day.