big hands settle on the table, smile radiant. face patient, inquisitive. thor gestures broadly, hulking form so broad that the movement alone makes the quaint wooden chair groan in protest. 'you are an excellent cook, my friend. who taught you?'
THOUGHTFUL FOOD : JUST LIKE HIS MOTHERS COOKING. a only child, clark learned everything under the undivided attention of loving parents. there was a beautiful image painted when he took over the kitchen. the smells and flavors that came together all made a solid image of his mother. pleasured smirk comes to his lips that soon form a canvas for a striking grin. easy to say that the kind words warmed the furnace of his loving heart sugar stitched laugh falls from his tone. he turns to , equally large, to thors direction. a quaint and well garnished apple pie in hand.
BOTH : OVERWHELMING FOR SUCH ANTIQUE FURNITURE. beset in the middle is that same pie. clark seemed fluffy and bright as a cloudy morning. his hand is brought to the back of his neck to the affectionate words that come towards his way. radiant were the both of them
❛ oh you know. i learned everything from my ma . her cooking is incredible. in fact, no one could be her amazing apple pie. i couldn’t let let you leave with out the pleasure of it. ❜
CLARK : MAN OF AFFECTION . he thoroughly enjoyed company. his table had lately been dry. the joy of cooking for others and sharing a taste of his world had nothing but pleasure and warmth down clark’s mind. thor was an extremely wonderful guest. clark never had no argument with the light thor brought. even if it was in the form of a goat named sif two.
❛ go on, cut whatever you want and try it. ❜