[No time to dodge, or do much of anything beyond looking totally caught off guard, so the cheese curd bounces greasily off his shoulder and plops to the ground. He'll get the hint and withdraw the basket from Loki's personal space, still not dropping the scowl.]
Food is one of the last things I'm worried about killing me. [And he pops one in his mouth, chewing, letting the greasy cheesy goodness ooze out.]
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Food is one of the last things I'm worried about killing me. [And he pops one in his mouth, chewing, letting the greasy cheesy goodness ooze out.]