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[ikols]

... Do I have something on my face? Is there a booger up my nose?

[ SWIPING AT IT. ]

[hevenly]

[ She exhales a soft laugh, instantly drawn from her poignant reverie. ]

No, I was simply musing on the fact that your head is much too large for your body.

[ikols]

[ He is a generous and graceful soul, and lets it pass unspoken that she looked almost sad for a moment there. ]

That is Thor-levels of cruel, I'm wounded.

[hevenly]

Do not fear, your head is not nearly so large as the Odinson's.

[ikols]

That is something, I suppose.

[ So gracious of her! As if anyone's head could be as big as Thor's. ]

Soooo ... I have told you of my Tim.

[ Go on about your mystery woman, if it please you. ]

[hevenly]

You have. And I have bought you a milkshake.

[ If Loki wants any more than that, it will have to cost him. ]

[ikols]

[ Bah! ]

Do you wish to speak of yourself or would you rather I didn't barter you for it? I don't want to peel the details out of you like arrow-shafts.