Hm. He carefully considers that for a moment, having a hard time not looking disappointed but shifting his attention onto the cookie sheets. He leans against the counter as he watches Loki inspect the cookie sheet, fingers reaching up to poke the bag of flour before he quirks up his lip into a slight grin.]
Uh huh. Coulda said something an hour ago. [He's not exactly convinced, but he's also not entirely convinced Loki's not making it up. That's the problem with being friends with the god of lies. So instead, he focuses on something else.] You're missing eggs.
no subject
Hm. He carefully considers that for a moment, having a hard time not looking disappointed but shifting his attention onto the cookie sheets. He leans against the counter as he watches Loki inspect the cookie sheet, fingers reaching up to poke the bag of flour before he quirks up his lip into a slight grin.]
Uh huh. Coulda said something an hour ago. [He's not exactly convinced, but he's also not entirely convinced Loki's not making it up. That's the problem with being friends with the god of lies. So instead, he focuses on something else.] You're missing eggs.