Well, since I've arrived, I haven't had a whole lot of time to write. I did a bit during that big blowup—the battle. But then my laptop died and, get this, Thor, Norse god? Offered to charge it. I figured it was safer to keep my laptop here so it wouldn't get fried by a far too generous immortal.

[ flashing her a smirk as her stomach growls and sets his bag down by the desk. on the back of the chair sits the serpents jacket, but he makes no effort to draw attention to it. instead, he almost pretends it isn't there as he heads to the kitchenette. ]

In that case, we have two options. There's a copy of Pop's Choc'lit Shoppe downtown we can head to, or you can suffer through my cooking. Unless you want to try a hand yourself.

[ he gestures at the series of small cupboards above the stove where things like macaroni and cheese are stored. ]