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[realitywarped]

[Have a possibly familiar face- although for those who haven't seen this particular Loki before, his face is marked with a scar under his left eye, looking rather like a 7. If he looks a little grim, try not to worry about it too much.]

For those of you who have miraculously escaped any knowledge of any iteration of me, my name is Loki, Norse god of any number of things. Also, apparently, head chef of this journey to nowhere- for now.

[He waves at the camera, getting a little more into character, smiling crookedly, sounding off-hand. And yes... Loki does like the sound of his own voice. Particularly when he's grouchy and a little concerned.]

For a number of reasons- including safety in numbers, it being much warmer in here with the ovens on, the fact the captains see it fit to keep sending kitchen staff to me who think penne is a mispelt item of coinage, and if I'm counting right it was my birthday yesterday- if you want to come down to the kitchens, I'll be here all day. If you want to attempt to learn a little baking, I intend to make myself a cake and perhaps teach a few other people in the process.

[He shrugs, one eyebrow up, indicates the kitchen behind him.]

There'll also be coffee on almost constantly, so you're welcome to that, too. I do make very good coffee- although really, you owe master Kaplan for this one.

[He pans the camera to a pile of boxes on a counter, tone turning mildly irritated.]

-Ah, and if you have any idea what groats are, past an ancient term for currency no longer in use, you can come collect them as soon as you can.

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[realitywarped]

Whatever kind I can scrounge up the ingredients for. It might be an interesting experiment, given my lack of regular ingredients, but I think I've found workable substitutes for most of them.

[He gives Wanda a small wave. Turns out alien planets only have analogues to Earth staples, but- Loki wants cake and he's willing to try.]

[seeingscarlet]

I will help, if you want it. If that is not strange. [In Sokovia it would be, but the last several months have featured a lot of culture shock.] Maybe you will discover something new.

[realitywarped]

I'm a little unused to people volunteering to help me, but you're certainly welcome to come and try. See what we can produce from any of this, yes?

[At least, he's not used to accepting help. He seems to recall a few people trying to offer his older self help with being frankly insane...]

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[seeingscarlet]

You get to name it. It's your birthday.

[She smiles, glad for a breath of normality.

Of course, this might end in an exploding dessert or something equally ridiculous, so when she peeks her head into the kitchen, Wanda's hair is already pulled back into a messy braid and she's not wearing anything she actually cares about.]

It is warmer in here. And the lights are staying on?

[realitywarped]

[Loki looks up from his assortment of ingredients and waves, a bare flicker of his hand. He's actually bothered to pull up an apron from somewhere, albeit in Loki's usual shade of green.]

Usually, at least. And if they don't, I have my own resources.

[He nods up, where a floating green ball of light sits somewhere near the ceiling.]

Thankfully witchlights are simple to make and easily kept going. Apron over there, if you wish to borrow master Kaplan's. I'm relatively sure he won't mind.

sorry! >_<

[seeingscarlet]

A witchlight... [Pardon the staring. It's pretty and while it may be simple for Loki, it's beyond what Wanda knows how to do.

She doesn't have enough clothes here to fully not care if they get dirty, so she will gladly borrow that apron. Putting it on feels oddly surreal after what happened two days ago.]

It is for a good cause. Birthdays shouldn't be forgotten.