Loki sighed as he pushed the door to the cafe open, banished from Asgard again he thought walking up the counter, seeing a young man behind the counter. Before he could even speak, the young man spoke up asking if he could help him. “Oh, well…” Loki stared at him not knowing what to say since he wasn’t use to the stuff that Misgardians ate. ”…Surprise me?” He said flashing a smile.
{ ♫ } — “Gotcha.” There wasn’t much more of a reply from the brown-eyed man as he got up quickly. The cafe lacked a lot when it came to food, but they did have a lot of good sweets that Bill stole every now and then while being there. He moved a few steps to the left and decided to take a plate, putting one of their well-known cookies on it and adding a brownie before he put the plate on the desk and smiled. “Here ya go.” His thick German accent was easy to hear – God he hated it.