1419/WAFFLES!

WAFFLES!
Date of Scene:	28 April 2020
Location:	Avengers Mansion - First Floor
Synopsis:	Thor makes waffles for everyone and everyone loves him.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Janet van Dyne, Bruce Banner

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Thor has posed:
    "How long have we had this device and I've not known of it?"
    Thor's voice is strong in incredulity as he has one of his daily discussions with JARVIS, though this one is rife with curiousity and a small amount of wonder. For it is on this day that Thor Odinson has discovered that he can make for himself waffles.
    "I have always enjoyed these, I imagined the construction was elaborate, with the myriad nooks and crannies that hold the butter and the syrup." The tall man stands there, arms folded over his chest as he _watches_ the griddle.
    Were one to take a snapshot of this moment right now very few would be able to realize what it is. Thor of the Avengers in the mansion. All they might well see at a glance is a tall man with a pony tail wearing blue and purple beach shorts and a loose STARK 2020 t-shirt in red white and blue. Not even to mentiont the flip-flops. Yellow.
    But that is what it is as he stands there and the AI answers him.
    << This particular unit was purchased in 2009, sir. It's been with the property and the kitchen staff for some time. >>
    "Marvelous," Thor murmurs as he looks over his shoulder while the bowl of batter lies on the counter and the griddle slowly glows with a red light upon its surface. "To think. All of that time wasted."

Pepper Potts has posed:
For the second time in the last few days, Miss Pepper Potts finds herself exiting a dark sedan (with her 'driver' opening the door for her and extending a hand in aid) upon arrival to the Avengers Mansion. She's dressed a little more casually; though dressed 'down' for her is a smart pantsuit, her strawberry blonde hair swept up, and a jacket hangs around her shoulders. In hand, a plain white gift bag with hits of sparkled blue tissue paper peeking from the top.

"Thank you, Happy. I'll call when I'm done." The exchange is quick, and the door is shut behind her, and soon enough the car pulls away slowly.

Pepper watches the car depart before she turns to make her way to the door. One knock, two.. and she waits. Pepper isn't quite to the point where she freely comes and goes...

Steve Rogers has posed:
Never mind the waffle-maker, the blond man strolling in from a morning errand is after the coffee-maker. Stifling a yawn behind the lifted back of his hand, Steve in his black WASP t-shirt, its lettering bold and gold, wanders around the island counter and over to the technological confection in chrome and dials.

"Thought I smelled waffles," the Captain says by way of greeting as he glances over towards Thor. "Make any extra? I'll make my own if not -- "

Then comes the knock on the door. Steve, with finger lifted to press the 'start' button, briefly glances to the Thunderer again before he goes to answer the knocking summons -- but not until he has indeed gotten the 'start' button depressed.

As such, it is one Steve Rogers opening the door. "Oh, Pepper, g'morning. Come in, please," greets the Captain as he then steps to one side, wearing a polite smile certainly seen before. His eyes drop to the bag in her hand, but he asks no questions of it.

Thor has posed:
    The answer to Cap is Thor's helpful tone of voice as he tells him lightly, "Indulge yourself, captain! There are ingredients in abundance." And as he says that he smiles and /pops/ open the griddle, the small lock disengaging at the precise moment of optimum doneness. And it's with a lively enthusiasm that he flips the waffle onto the serving plate along with several others. In fact... about seven others. As Thor seems just intent on making them for now, pleased with the process.
    Even as Steve walks past he raises his voice helpfully, "I believe someone is at the door." But then he places his trust in the other Avenger answering it. For indeed, more important things demand his attention.
    It's at that moment that the microwave dings and he steps over there, pulling open the door and from within extracting the bowl of a curious blonde butter mix that he sets down upon the counter next to the waffles.
    Distantly, Pepper and Cap might well hear the bellowing voice of the Asgardian prince, "Whomever it is, offer them waffles! We have many!"

Pepper Potts has posed:
The scent of warm, freshly made waffles escapes out the door the moment it's opened, and there within is a glimpse of normal life with a group of people that are distinctly 'not normal', but in a good way. "It's.. early, I'm sorry." Immediately Pepper is regretting that she's so early, but still... she's got a flight to catch later, and this is the first of a few places she has to be.

"Steve," Pepper begins as she enters, and once past the door where it'll close freely, she holds out the bag to him; within, a wrapped hard squarish present is within, tucked in the blue sparkly paper. "Just to thank you for the other day. It's just a little something.."

There is a pause before her brows rise, "That does smell amazing in there.." She lowers her voice to something a little more stage-whisperish, and leans forward for effect, "That's really Thor making the waffles..." Not some.. "Really?" Pepper knows who Thor is, certainly, but she wouldn't begin to imagine him at the waffle iron.

Steve Rogers has posed:
The distant volume of Thor's reminder about the breakfast made bring Steve to glance over his shoulder and then back to Pepper, still wearing the small smile. His attention drops to the offered present and he immediately lifts his brows and gaze back to the woman's face.

"Oh -- gosh, thank you kindly," he says, taking the the bag with a truthful delicacy of pleased surprise. When she leans in to ask as to WHO is making the waffles, Steve's expression goes theatrically solemn.

"He founds the waffle-maker this morning." The wince to follow is teasing in a genuinely friendly manner. "There're seven of 'em already made, you're welcome to join us for one?" A gesture towards the kitchen is plainly honest. "They're as good as they smell, I recognize the recipe by the scent of 'em. I got the coffee-maker going as well," he notes even as he begins to walk back in the direction of the kitchen, still holding the bag by the handles hung over two fingers.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Do I smell waffles?" Janet's voice can be heard before she can be seen, moving to the kitchen as Steve and Pepper arrive. She steps in the door, fiddling with a pair of oversized gold earrings she's attaching to her left earlobe. As always, Janet's dressed like she's expecting the papparazi to ninja out of the ceiling, in a close-fitting longsleeve black turtleneck and a high-waisted, burgundy leather miniskirt. Killer leopard print stiletto pumps bolster her height significantly.

"Thor, I'll take a couple of-- oh hey! Pepper!" Janet pastes a smile on her face and finishes attaching her earrings, straightening. "Fancy seeing you here," she says, and steps forward with hands extended to offer Pepper's fingers a squeeze. "You look great. Is that one of mine?" she queries. Pleasantries exchanged, Janet worms inside of Steve's personal space to start fiddling with the coffeemaker.

Thor has posed:
    By this point Thor has abandoned the construction of the waffles and has shuffled over to the table proper having procured one for himself with a copious amount of the vanilla butter syrup sauce held in a lovely flowery ceramic dispenser that is now holding a place of prominence in the center of the table.
    For now, the tall man's attention is on that, fork and knife in hand he seems to be cheerfully indulging in the slicing up of pieces of waffle, and pouring extra sauce over the pieces to make sure there is a fairly even coating.
    Yet it's when Pepper and Cap reemerge from the hallway that he lifts a fork in salute, "Ah, Pepper. Good day to you." Then the appearance of the Winsome Wasp and he offers a nod, "Indeed. Help yourself, Janet. Enough for everyone and more." As if this was some great deed well fought and won.

Pepper Potts has posed:
"Oh he did," Pepper's tones lilt briefly before she catches the 'Stark 2020' shirt, and perhaps Steve might catch her expression fall just a touch. Right! Soldier on! "Well, they smell amazing.. and I'd love to have a bite, if there's enough?" That last bit was cast towards Thor, but it had already been stated rather clearly that there was more than enough, and perhaps soon enough to feed the army? "And you're welcome. It was nice to have an ear."

Janet's appearance brings a happy, genuinely warm smile to the other woman's face and she takes a couple of steps to squeeze fingers in greeting in return. Pepper smiles and turns briefly, nodding in her quick pirouette, "Yes.. and I'm packed with your things for my trip to the UK." Beat.. "How are you?"

Bruce Banner has posed:
    The outside door opens to Bruce Banner walking in, taking a tentative step forward into the foryer, always looking to see who is where before fully entering. He carries a large olive-green laundry bag over his shoulder, which spins him slightly as he brushes against the door frame. He sets down the bag and lightly closes the door, then adjusts the snap-on dark lenses of his eyeglasses to they swing upward.

    The mansion. As much a home for him as any other, but the rush of memories gives him pause, before the pleasant odor of . . . breakfast food! He smiles genuinely, and gives a small wave. "Smells . .erm . . smells good!"

Steve Rogers has posed:
Keen-eyed as the Captain is, he does catch the subtle shift of cast in Pepper. His brows flex to meet and then smooth out. Hmm. Perhaps a talk with Tony after all, his suspicions gaining more ground in the moment.

Still, Janet arrives and looks fine-so-fine. Steve gives his well-dressed other half a once-over familiar enough without appearing anything more than observant. Those heels though... He sets aside the gift upon the counter beside the coffee-maker and lifts an arm to let Janet into the familiar place of tucked against his ribs.

"Thanks for making the waffles, Thor," says the Captain as he turns to lean against the counter, arms lightly folded across his WASP t-shirt and hip close enough to remain in contact with Janet. He glances over at the coffee-maker again as it gets going in earnest now. "Whatever that syrup is you've got smells good."

Again, he hears the front door and, with a small laugh to himself about the sudden influx of arrivals, hips off the counter to walk out of the kitchen to see who it is. His steps in his boots are loud enough to be heard if his broad-shouldered frame arrives quickly enough. "Doctor Banner, g'morning." Steve smiles and offers out a hand for the man to shake. "You're smelling the waffles Thor made. C'mon, there's at least seven of 'em," he says, turning with a toss of his head towards the eating area.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Wonderful, just great," Janet assures Pepper with a fond smile. "Are you going to London? You can use my condo if you like," she offers to the redhead. "Though I'm sure they've got a suite at the Savoy that'd do you just fine," she adds. She steps past Thor and reaches around him to break off a quarter of a waffle cake, using his arm as support; she pats him once and pushes off once she's claimed the morsel and heads back to the coffee machine.

It takes her a few seconds of fussing with the coffee to prepare a cup, nudging Steve with a sharp elbow now and then as she stirs in a little cream and sugar. The fashionista looks up and flashes a smile at Bruce when he walks in. "Well well, hello stranger," she teases him. "Did you follow your nose here or is this just a casual drop-in?" She winks playfully and turns back to the rest of the kitchen, leaning very subtly back against the counter and hip-to-hip with Steve.

Thor has posed:
    The offer of thanks is waved off by the Asgardian, too busy eating to respond in that moment, indulging in a copious amount of syrup. He smiles without opening his mouth to Cap, then resumes.
    Yet after Cap heads off into the foyer, those there will distantly hear Thor's booming voice. "Banner, is that you!?"
    Followed rapidly by, "Come have some waffles!"
    But those inside the kitchen will be treated to the rather intense difference in volume via proximity of the Thunderer even as he hollars so blithely. And then smiles a cheerful smile to Pepper likely when they make eye contact in the next moment. He resumes his digging in into the waffles for now.
    And as quick as the lightning he summons forth, Thor is done. With that one waffle. "I shall endeavour to make more!" The fork and knife clatter upon the plate and he rises to procure the batter and starts once again.

Pepper Potts has posed:
The newly arrived Dr Banner gains a quick glance from the redheaded Pepper, and she offers a graceful smile in greeting the man. "Dr Banner.." she pauses a moment before adding, "It's nice to see you again." Even if their other meetings were in passing!

Janet's presence is warming; a friend in friends, and Pepper chuckles, "I'm not going to be homeless, Janet," she starts wryly. "But if staying in your condo gives me access to your closet?" There is that tease there... "Though, I wouldn't do that to you. One of a kinds should stay that way." Fitting notwithstandng. "It'll be more fun shopping." Everyone needs to shop on travel!

Pepper takes a step towards the kitchen area, ready to pull a quarter piece off the waffle. Delicate fingers play with the sweet bread, and she takes a quick bite. "Oh.. yes, please." More!

Bruce Banner has posed:
    Bruce feels his anxiety rise as he sees so many people at once, having been mostly to himself these last few weeks. The sight of Steve closing their distance prompts him to accept his handshake, "Cap . . good to see you," he answers. "This is Thor's handiwork, huh?" he asks as he follows Steve to the dining table.

    As Steve rejoins with Janet, Bruce catches her greeting and he gives a small wave in response. "Janet, good to see you." Another wave, "Hey . . Hey Thor! Yeah, sorry to interrupt breakfast, it's been awhile since I've smelled anything that appealing." A few shuffles forward with an extended hand, which Thor in his turn to the griddle does not see, and Bruce closes his eyes and laughs to himself at his own awkwardness.

    "Pep . .Pepper, hi" he greets the last companion he can see, taking a few glances around to make sure he didn't miss anyone. His extended hand turns into another wave, and he faces Janet. "Yeah I was just here and there, you know, and there are a few things in the lab that I need to check on every once in a while. Nothing earth shaking, just some energy readings on plate tectonics, a dimensional conduit that checks for interstellar rifts, a blue-wave spectrum pocket monitor, some basic stuff. But if I don't check the readings once in awhile, the data kinda goes away . . . " he trails off, realizing that kind of detail was completely unnecessary and only keeping him from waffles.

    "Oh hey! I brought some bananas . . . " He turns around, then mutters, "There's probably still on the bike . . . You know what? If folks are still hungry later, I'll go get 'em." He sits down at one of the chairs and looks for an empty plate.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"It's definitely Thor's handiwork. Try one if you want," says the Captain to Banner, his entire air well-meaning and even-keeled as he enters the kitchen again.

Steve returns in time to get his daily issuance of elbowing as he returns to the coffee maker. This, he takes in good-natured stride, immovable as is his wont and habit. Once Janet is done prepping her mug, he begins to work on his own after plucking a random example from the nearby cabinet. It says 'I SAVED NEW YORK AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS MUG' in white lettering on its black ceramic. His coffee is no-muss, no-muss, black and steaming, sipped carefully as he turns, sure to remain subtly in contact yet again alongside Janet.

"Hope the data's all within normal parameters?" asks Steve of Bruce in his usual quietly alert manner. The others can get their food; he'll wait patiently until he's certain everyone's had their share before stepping in to plate himself at least two of the waffles and some of that syrup Thor created.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Oh you wouldn't want to be caught dead in my London wardrobe," Janet assures Pepper. "It's all two years old at least. Nothing in vogue at all. But if you do end up crashing there, help yourself," she offers. "We're close enough to the same size that something in there will probably fit you," she suggests.

"So. Bruce. What's new," Janet challenges the scientist, looking at him directly. She grins despite herself; she's teasing him just a little with the direct approach rather than being diffident about his presence. "You come here for another go-around with Hank? He's still sore about having to share his lab space." She sips her coffee daintily, both hands wrapped around the mug. "Or are you and Thor gonna finish things off once and for all with an epic arm-wrestling contest?"

Thor has posed:
    If Thor missed that handshake offered by the good doctor it might well seem a brief moment of discomfort. But then when Thor rounds back, holding the mixing bowl of batter, the Asgardian offers a wry grin to the man and /thumps/ him on the shoulder, "S'good to see you, Banner. You interrupt nothing, and if you had you would still be well come. Sit, eat. Have all you wish, it is amazing what this food is made of."
    That said he's back to the griddle.
    Over his shoulder he does ask the room, and Banner in particular, "Bananas, are bananas often eaten with waffles?" His voice rich with the curiousity shared on this voyage of culinary discovery for him.
    There's a hiss and sizzle as the griddle is made use of once again, its electronic sensors beeping as it correctly identifies the batter and its best cooking temperature and starts to tick down, the little clock turning on the small LCD display. But it's not enough of a distraction to draw Thor away from the conversation entirely.
    "We did that some time ago Janet, you missed it. I won, of course."

Pepper Potts has posed:
Poor Bruce. Coming back to a room filled with people, or 'filled enough', anyway. Pepper can't help by sympathize; it's hard for some! "I'll get them.. I'll be right back."

The rest of that little piece is eaten, and Pepper resists the urge to lick her fingers. Instead, she grabs a side napkin and wipes her fingertips before daubing at the sides of her lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick. "I'll send you the pics of any dresses I might find. Get your professional opinion. I'll need a new one for the final night of the Expo, at the very least." The closeness of Steve and Janet is noted.. and she can't help but to feel a touch envious. It's not shown, instead, there is that genuine.. comfort in the kitchen. It's a nice feeling, if only for a few moments.

Pepper takes a step back now, ready to do as she'd said she would. "Yes, Thor.. bananas are perfect on waffles. Fry them, the sugar caramalizes and you almost don't need syrup."

Bruce Banner has posed:
    Feeling more at ease, despite Thor's chuck on the shoulder, Bruce settles into the chair and just grabs a bit of food. He chomps gratefully, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. It could be the days on the road eating whatever he could find from any local diner, asking sheepishly for decaf every stop along the way, but this stuff here . . . this is good! "Um. . . so far everything should be normal," he mutters through a bite of waffle. "If it was anything to be concerned about immediately, there would be alarms and stuff," he gestures half a waffle toward Janet, "Enough to bother good ol' Hank to call me." He eyes Steve, "Eh who knows, maybe I missed the place."

    Bruce brings one arm around the back of the chair to ask about Pepper's apparent travel plans, really to invite them all to ignore him and keep talking so he doesn't have to worry about anyone paying him any more attention, when he hears Thor's summary of their previous encounter. He glances in mock surprise to Janet, "Is that what he's been telling you? That was a tie, big man! And now I'm all distracted by waffles and talk of trips to Europe." God, he missed these people. Not necessarily the danger and life-or-death circumstances that he sometimes encountered when near them, but the acceptance, the comradery.

    As Pepper goes to the front door, toward his parked motorcycle outside, he starts to call after her, urging her not to make a fuss. But he locks up for a moment, wondering if it would be more rude to stop her. "It's in the grey storage box . . " he calls, really hoping she doesn't open the black one instead.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve can't help the quiet laugh; whatever arm-wrestling contest this was, he doesn't remember a clear winner either way. Sipping at his coffee, he simply looks around the kitchen at the various, familiar faces and takes a moment to recognize this moment of peace, rare enough in the tumult of the city beyond these walls.

He also grins at Banner's rejoinder to his question. "Fair enough. No alarms're a good thing," he replies before again taking a drink.

Still, he leans down a little to tease at the Wasp: "Sharing your wardrobe? Who are you 'nd what have you done with Janet?"

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet just grins at Bruce and Thor as she tosses a verbal golden apple between them. It's an old point of contention, but they handle it more gracefully than Pym does a little rivalry.

She prods Steve in the ribs again. "/Pepper/ appreciates my fashion choices, and I know she'll be responsible with my things," Janet sasses back at Steve. "Unlike some people, who take perfectly nice tuxedos and wreck them in amateur wrestling matches."

Her bangs flicker as she shakes off a huff with the toss of her head. "Plus, it's good brand synergy," she adds, and makes a little back-and-forth gesture between herself and the redhead. "But I don't know if I can come up with something original before the Expo's over," Janet tells Pepper. She sucks the inside of her cheek, worrying at it. "I'm good, but that's a lot of draping and fitting to do. Would you hate me forever if I modded something? What about that, um..." Finger snap in the air, as if trying to shake the words loose. She looks up at Steve, querying. "That pink gown you wore to the Oscar parties last year? Would that be okay?" she asks.

Janet looks up at Steve again. "You were no help at all there," she mutters with an accusatory tone.

Thor has posed:
    Still focusing on the griddle, Thor doesn't look up, as if he were powering it with the will of his mind alone. But when Pepper informs him about the use of bananas he lifts his voice over his shoulder.
    "Jarvis, why did you not inform me of the proper use of bananas regarding waffles?"
    << Bananas were not included in the recipe you requested, Master Odinson. >>
    "You mean there are different recipes?" But then he is drawn off that particular train of thought by Bruce's words as he looks to the fellow with a furrowed brow and a slight shake of his head as if to imply that clearly Banner is crazy, "What? Your hand touched the table, it was clearly my victory. Of course then the table was overturned, but still..."
    Of course they might well be saved by the beep of the griddle as yet another perfectly done waffle is completed to a suitable level of doneness. Thor, acting with the gentleness and care seen in the most talented chef handling a souffle, takes the waffle from the griddle and adds it to the plate with the others. Then he turns and says, "I, shall make more sauce." And with that he's off toward the microwave and the refrigerator.

Pepper Potts has posed:
"Grey box, right," is called over her shoulder. Pepper is nothing if not observant. She's used to hearing things out and about her; never know what one might find out when 'they' think you're not listening!

Making her way towards the door, Pepper turns around to call back, "Brand.. and she actually thinks that I'll help sell it." In otherwords, that she might actually be pretty enough! "And, I think that one will be pretty. I'll be in SoHo tomorrow, so I can get something there..." Perish the thought, though. She's talking to her personal designer!

The sound of JARVIS' 'voice' brings her steps to halt. She's missed him.. more than she realized, even with HOMER around. "Jarvis," Pepper starts, "Thor needs suggestions. He won't know what questions to ask."

The English-styled butler-voice responds easily, "Yes, Miss Potts. I'll remember that."

"Thank you.. and I'm sure everyone else does too." With that, Pepper slips through the door for those bananas.

Bruce Banner has posed:
    Bruce avoids eye contact with Steve during Janet's rather entertaining image now firmly planted in Bruce's mind. He bites his lip, and nods. As Janet pretends to try and remember the exact dress, he offers, "The one that Carolina Herrera tried to rip off!" helpfully. Bite. Chew. Grin.

    Bruce then closes his eyes, trying to think of a retort to Thor's victory claim. Broken tables do sound like the likely result . . . could he be right? In a moment, he finds his escape. He looks at Steve while announcing to the whole room, "Hey, the chef Is always right, huh?" and puts another bit of waffle in his mouth.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"Hey, the tuxedo destruction wasn't on me," Steve argues with no heat, lifting up a hand and laughing quietly again. It was and ever shall be, according to the Captain, the fault of the mercenaries infiltrating the evening dinner party. Janet's accusation as well as the other commentary, both brand and dress ripping alike, just makes him laugh louder. "Is that the one involved in the ripping incident? But still, can't read your mind, Shortcakes, you need somebody else for that trick!"

Pepper's departure has Steve glancing her way. He then looks briefly over his shoulder at the small blue gift bag tucked out of immediate sight next to the coffee-maker in quiet curiosity -- but not in front of the others, manners remind him.

"'s'true though, the chef's always right," agrees the First Avenger with Bruce, shooting him a quick grin. "Or else." A lift of his brows funs at the idea of the vengeful food-maker, one who might add excess spice or ruin a flavor.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet worms sideways so she's in front of Steve and leans her shoulderblades against Steve's sternum, since he's marginally more comfortable than the edge of the countertop digging into her hip. She cranes her neck back to look up at him. "You're lucky you're cute," she advises him.

A sip of her coffee is paused so she can express disgust at the reminder from Bruce, nodding agreement with an opinion he's not actually expressing. "Carolina is the worst," she agrees. "Talentless old hag," Janet mutters into her coffee mug. "You'd think at her age she'd retire gracefully instead of trying to cut in on my territory. She's practically a dinosaur."

Thor has posed:
    To be fair it might not be beyond Thor to perhaps... extend of himself to offer some manner of rightful redress to past clashes that left him wanting in the area of justice. But with the endeavour of making waffles his talents might not be broad enough to allow him to indulge in the manipulation of the recipe to such ends. Instead he focuses, blissfully so, upon the proper execution of portions he was shown with the vanilla and the butter and the bit of nutella and brown sugar. All together to make a lovely sauce that he pops into the microwave and hits the two minute mark on. Voila.
    Turning back around he only catches the tail end of the conversation, "Who is this hag that we must vanquish? I did hear that there have been dinosaurs sighted of late."

Bruce Banner has posed:
    Bruce gratefully partakes of the "sauce" pouring a small circle onto his plate. He dips a bit of waffle into it, then savors the taste as it enters his mouth. A quick glance at Janet and Steve has him shake his head, once only and smile a bit sadly. He is genuinely glad for his friends' finding one another in happiness, but their display suggests an intimacy he dare not even attempt at the moment, nor has he for quite some time. He's closer, more in control than before. But . . . nowhere close enough.

    A quick turn to crane his neck . . . "Man I hope she opened the right box," he thinks to himself.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"s'true," agrees Steve blithely as to his luck, then sipping at his coffee before he sets the mug aside on the counter. He leans back against the counter, the meat of his palms tucked to its edge, apparently content to be a rest for the moment.

He's quick to frown in Thor's direction. "Y'know, that's the second time someone's brought up dinosaurs today. You're talking about Xavier's place?" he asks of the Thunderer, distracted enough now at the idea of potential trouble that waffles skip his mind entirely.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
In a masterful display of self-restraint, Janet bites back a temptation to tell Thor the exact address of the Herrera Fashion House. "Oh she's... not a literal dinosaur, she's just a clothes designer. She's almost as old as Steve."

"Though I'd take some pictures and laugh evilly if she ended up turning into a monkey or something," Janet adds with a low-key malice.

Thor has posed:
    The new sauce is set down upon the tabletop, leaving it there for the use of any around the table who wishes to make use of it. Then he looks between the others and smiles... a proud smile, as if this little hint of domestic effort made him feel nice and warm in its execution. Not that he'd ever admit it.
    But then to Cap he tilts his head, "Something on the television down stairs?" As if the location of the device mattered for the signal. "Creatures manifesting from ancient times."
    But then his bright blue eyes slip to Janet and his lips part, "Ah. Clothes designer. I see." Of course he does.
    "Then let us simply enjoy as we can, come. Sit." And with that Thor starts to set out plates for those who haven't actually indulged yet. Smiling happily as he hands out waffles.