Tell my mundane? She spent a few minutes swearing at Wikipedia over that woman's appearance. She's already upset enough that she lives on the western coast. I wouldn't divulge anything.
It makes sense. I'm surprised he had patience enough to stand in line for two hours to get tickets. [ And he's just going to be tilting his head at the god.]
Of course he really likes them, he's addicting himself to caffeine and sugar. [His mun is no Aesir-Cuisine-Specialist, but she's fairly sure Aesir don't eat poptarts/Lucky Charms/toaster strudel in the mornings.]
Not to mention Vidal Sassoon. Midgard is ruining him.
[There's a slight cold edge to his eyes now. But otherwise he's still smiling.]
The interesting notion about putting things you don't understand into cages, is you have to wonder what happens if the caged one escapes. So when you look at a potentially dangerous, caged, thing and wonder if it is angry at being held... who is watching who squirm?
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