"I'll be sure to sleep better at night knowing I have your tacit approval," he replies blithely, not missing a beat.
The waitress turns to him, pad in hand and pen waiting to take down anything else. Loki gives the captain an inquiring look before returning his gaze to the menu. "The chicken liver mousse, the truffled asparagus and duck egg, a red quinoa salad, an order of ramp crostini, a bavette, and the duck confit BLT for my... guest."
He snaps the menu shut and hands it off to the waitress with the barest glance while she scribbles away. Settling himself in his seat, he arches an eyebrow in Steve's direction at his lack of initiative. Loki might not have Volstagg's voluminous appetite, but his metabolism does have its needs, much as he knows the Avenger's does as well.
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The waitress turns to him, pad in hand and pen waiting to take down anything else. Loki gives the captain an inquiring look before returning his gaze to the menu. "The chicken liver mousse, the truffled asparagus and duck egg, a red quinoa salad, an order of ramp crostini, a bavette, and the duck confit BLT for my... guest."
He snaps the menu shut and hands it off to the waitress with the barest glance while she scribbles away. Settling himself in his seat, he arches an eyebrow in Steve's direction at his lack of initiative. Loki might not have Volstagg's voluminous appetite, but his metabolism does have its needs, much as he knows the Avenger's does as well.