[ you know what you do when a friend is hurt? you bring a casserole, as is dictated by mortal tradition. it's funny somewhere between irony and all seriousness. ]
I brought dinner.
[ he sets the baking tray on the counter with a look of satisfaction. ]
Aw, it's like you know I can't cook with two hands, much less one. [Kate peels herself off the couch to go trot into the kitchen to have a good look at the casserole.
Now she's doing the math. Can she scoop and set it on a plate with one hand?
It's like I know you don't usually cook at all. [ he says easily in response, watching her spoon out the nearest corner. should he let her display her independence while this hilariously terrible scene unfolds? nah, he goes to lift the plate just slightly. ]
Thusly, pizza is replaced by pizza casserole. There are others on the agenda. I hope you like enchiladas.
Well, it's an extremely dubious expression that follows a grateful one. She might be fiercely independent, but she can be grateful for the slop of casserole that won't be on the floor for Springsteen soon.]
The mortal realm is filled with variations on it. [ which means, of course, that he thought he'd try a few. why not. ]
Layered chili chicken enchilada casserole, easy beefy cheesy enchilada casserole—ah! And my favorite—enchilada casser-olé! [ does he even have enough casserole dishes for this? oh well. ]
Simple to eat single-handedly, of course. Speaking of that, how's it working out?
You know all those lengthy conversations you have over text that you're sometimes wondering why you're typing so much, but hey, our communicators and the internet can handle it, so why not? [She rattles this all off easily before grabbing a fork and shoveling some of it into her mouth. Hold, please. She's eating.
Greasy goodness. Kate is probably going to gain weight in the next month with her actually terrible eating habits.]
Well, I can't. I can't do much of anything. Fight, talk, even throw out theories. [She feels useless.
[ well, he could have brought carrots and hummus, but he vouched for casserole. greasy, cheesy, comforting casserole. if he was, Od forbid, stuck somewhere with a broken arm, there was at least good food to be had from it. ]
And wine doesn't go with Midgardian medicine's painkillers.
[ just a little positivity here. he knows you're a busy body, Kate. ]
Look on the bright side, occasionally a breather can leave you refreshed.
I miss my Netflix of home. I carefully crafted that watch list out of nothing! [And frankly, Kate is a bingewatcher. She has a lot left to watch because otherwise if she's not binging she's not watching.]
[ he says with a wave of his fingers. he rustles and shifts and goes into his pocket and produces a sharpie. it's like he had it with him at-ready for such an occasion.
he scoots closer to her, beckoning that she leans in. ]
[ she's looking at him like he's going to do something (probably because he is going to do something), but he takes his time, looking thoughtful on what to put. he taps the base of the sharpie against his chin. ]
A make-shift book stand may be in order. A library of subjects await, Kate Bishop!
[ he waves the marker in the air dramatically before he starts sketching "get well, Kate" (in decent signed, very nice looking script) in the middle of the cast. ]
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I brought dinner.
[ he sets the baking tray on the counter with a look of satisfaction. ]
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Now she's doing the math. Can she scoop and set it on a plate with one hand?
This is hard.]
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Thusly, pizza is replaced by pizza casserole. There are others on the agenda. I hope you like enchiladas.
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Well, it's an extremely dubious expression that follows a grateful one. She might be fiercely independent, but she can be grateful for the slop of casserole that won't be on the floor for Springsteen soon.]
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Layered chili chicken enchilada casserole, easy beefy cheesy enchilada casserole—ah! And my favorite—enchilada casser-olé! [ does he even have enough casserole dishes for this? oh well. ]
Simple to eat single-handedly, of course. Speaking of that, how's it working out?
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Greasy goodness. Kate is probably going to gain weight in the next month with her actually terrible eating habits.]
Well, I can't. I can't do much of anything. Fight, talk, even throw out theories. [She feels useless.
And this is just the beginning.]
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And wine doesn't go with Midgardian medicine's painkillers.
[ just a little positivity here. he knows you're a busy body, Kate. ]
Look on the bright side, occasionally a breather can leave you refreshed.
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[Okay, some people need six week breathers.
Kate Bishop is not one of them.]
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[ and then he leans forward, arms hanging on his knees. ]
You are taking autographs on your cast, aren't you?
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And feel free, but nothing too lewd.
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[ he says with a wave of his fingers. he rustles and shifts and goes into his pocket and produces a sharpie. it's like he had it with him at-ready for such an occasion.
he scoots closer to her, beckoning that she leans in. ]
What about books? You like books, don't you?
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Books are surprisingly hard to read with one hand.
[She's been trying.]
But it might get easier.
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A make-shift book stand may be in order. A library of subjects await, Kate Bishop!
[ he waves the marker in the air dramatically before he starts sketching "get well, Kate" (in decent signed, very nice looking script) in the middle of the cast. ]
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[Her voice is lighter now. Those are very nice words, Loki. Good job.]
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[ now he's sketching a rainbow, he pauses and his brows pinch together. ]
Though I wonder ... if you'll have one arm stronger than the other when you're to have your cast removed? We'll have to call you Kate Bicep.
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[It's six plus four weeks.
Her life is hard.]
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[ he's coloring now. there's big outlines of the word Loki. ]
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[Why isn't he done yet?]
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Saving you a great deal of strife for someone decides it looks better with a cock on it.
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[ pause. ]
Cock-tant vigilance?
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No.
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Then just think of it as assurance.
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[ he sounds all too pleased about that. ]
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