[Well, he's right. It'll take him at least forty-five minutes to get there (and five of that is getting Max the horse to actually cooperate with him.) He's fully anticipating having to drag Loki out of his room and bullying him into making cookies for him so by the time he ties Max up somewhere and heads into the kitchen of the spire he's a little more than frustrated still.
Of course, that emotion disappears almost immediately as he stops in the doorway and that smell basically punches him in the face.
It's not cookies. It's very much a Not Cookies smell but it's mouthwatering either way and he's suddenly very hyper-aware of the fact that he's hungry. He takes a deep breath, head up high and trying not to let on that he's actually really, really hoping that Loki made all of this and that Loki's planning on sharing. (Because really, why would he assume anything at this point?)]
Pretty impressive spread. [He's very slowly approaching the plate of chicken, not entirely sure where he wants to look before settling on Loki's face.] Interrupting something?
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Of course, that emotion disappears almost immediately as he stops in the doorway and that smell basically punches him in the face.
It's not cookies. It's very much a Not Cookies smell but it's mouthwatering either way and he's suddenly very hyper-aware of the fact that he's hungry. He takes a deep breath, head up high and trying not to let on that he's actually really, really hoping that Loki made all of this and that Loki's planning on sharing. (Because really, why would he assume anything at this point?)]
Pretty impressive spread. [He's very slowly approaching the plate of chicken, not entirely sure where he wants to look before settling on Loki's face.] Interrupting something?