[He just stares for a moment because seriously, it looks pretty disgusting but then again, it isn't his job and his attention is still too much on Sabriel and how hurt she is.]
Well, don't come to me if you get sick. But enjoy it, I guess.
[Loki places the sandwich back on the plate and folds his hands. Is he supposed to make a connection between sores and a plague? Or his sandwich and a plague? And where did the ghosts came in?
He leans forward, a serious expression on his face.]
I fail to make a connection between my sandwich and your story. Perhaps there is something I am not seeing?
[After that he shakes his head.]
Midgardians get sick from their candies? Would this make you ill too?
Not exactly. I was possessed by a ghost at the time. A ghost who had had blistering sores. It wasn't a real, physical thing, just a hell of a psychic hit.
[Like that illusionary Leah the dream manipulator conjured during that draft... And no, there is no escape from the sandwich and Loki smiles the most friendly smile he is able to smile.]
Yeah, something like that. Psychic memory imprint. It's really not fun.
[He stares at the sandwich like it is his doom and then reluctantly takes a bite. Okay, it isn't as horrific as he'd thought, but he isn't going to be making them for himself.]
[He swallows and it is not horrible, truly, but not really what he would go for.]
Yeah, trust. Uh... could you just make it ham and salad or something? I don't want to eat too much. My housemate is cooking so I can't ruin my appetite.
[Loki shuffles to the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at Max' request.]
There is no such thing as too much food, Max. As the man of pancakes you should know that.
[Carefully he climbs the counter to be able to grab a bowl.]
Ham and salad? That should not be too difficult. So only ham and salad?
[He rummages through the fridge and puts something ham-like and some lettuce on the counter. Of course a salad with ham is nothing without a proper amount of syrup and chocolate sprinkles. But Max is not aware of that.]
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Well, don't come to me if you get sick. But enjoy it, I guess.
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I never get sick.
[He moves to break a bit of his sandwich and hands it over.]
Here, try some. I am feeling generous today.
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[He stares at the sandwich as though it might bite him and then shakes his head, giving Loki an apologetic look.]
I think I'll pass. thanks though. Helios made cookies. I think I might already be developing diabetes.
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[Although, Loki can be rather persistent when it comes to sandwiches.]
One bite has never hurt a soul, Max the Pancake Man. I am unfamiliar with diabetes. Is that akin to a blistering sore?
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[He just stares at the sandwich. Sandwiches should not contain skittles. He eats take away food all the time, and even he knows that.]
Well, it can lead to those, I think? But basically, you eat too much sugar and you get sick and then you can never eat sugar again.
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He leans forward, a serious expression on his face.]
I fail to make a connection between my sandwich and your story. Perhaps there is something I am not seeing?
[After that he shakes his head.]
Midgardians get sick from their candies? Would this make you ill too?
[He looks at his sandwich.]
But what if I remove the Skittles?
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[He eyes the candy warily and shrugs.]
They can do if they eat too much. I did have a lot of cookies.
Really, you can keep your sandwich. You look like you're enjoying it and I'd hate to take food from someone.
[action] April 3rd, after the draft
[Loki shakes his head.]
Are those polite excuses you make because you do not wish to eat my sandwich? It is not poison. I promise it is safe and I am most fond of sharing.
It is a so-called win-win situation.
[action] April 3rd, after the draft
[He isn't getting out of this is he?]
Alright sure, I'll live dangerously and try it.
[action] April 3rd, after the draft
Illusionary blistering sores?
[Like that illusionary Leah the dream manipulator conjured during that draft... And no, there is no escape from the sandwich and Loki smiles the most friendly smile he is able to smile.]
Take a bite.
[He offers Max his sandwich.]
No green skittles, I promise.
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[He stares at the sandwich like it is his doom and then reluctantly takes a bite. Okay, it isn't as horrific as he'd thought, but he isn't going to be making them for himself.]
Okay, it's not awful.
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[Loki nods and watches closely when Max takes a bite of his sandwich.]
I told you it is not! All you need is some trust, you see? After all if you did not trust me you would have never tasted this amazing sandwich.
[He gets onto his feet.]
I will make one for you as well. I am feeling quite generous today.
[action] April 3rd, after the draft
[He swallows and it is not horrible, truly, but not really what he would go for.]
Yeah, trust. Uh... could you just make it ham and salad or something? I don't want to eat too much. My housemate is cooking so I can't ruin my appetite.
[action] April 3rd, after the draft
There is no such thing as too much food, Max. As the man of pancakes you should know that.
[Carefully he climbs the counter to be able to grab a bowl.]
Ham and salad? That should not be too difficult. So only ham and salad?
[He rummages through the fridge and puts something ham-like and some lettuce on the counter. Of course a salad with ham is nothing without a proper amount of syrup and chocolate sprinkles. But Max is not aware of that.]