[She'd prefer something like a freshly made milkshake, but it is technically possible that other gods have bad taste.]
I'm Serrure, Mr. di Angelo.
[And although her smile is always slightly mischievous, she's treating this like it's a completely ordinary lunchtime happening. Even as she pulls out a glass from her lunchbox and it promptly fills itself with orange juice. The magic is all spells prepared by Stephen, not Loki, but it's still pretty show-offy.]
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[She'd prefer something like a freshly made milkshake, but it is technically possible that other gods have bad taste.]
I'm Serrure, Mr. di Angelo.
[And although her smile is always slightly mischievous, she's treating this like it's a completely ordinary lunchtime happening. Even as she pulls out a glass from her lunchbox and it promptly fills itself with orange juice. The magic is all spells prepared by Stephen, not Loki, but it's still pretty show-offy.]