Scene #1149: Donuts!

Owner	Pose
Thor	Thor is here. He is munching donuts right now and has coffee. When Inga drops by, he gives her a nod before going back to whatever he was reading beforehand until he gets up, a book and coffee mug in hand. "Hail."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga shows up (likely after getting terribly lost and needing step by step instructions) with a bag of groceries, including a six pack of ale in one hand and her staff in the other. She's dressed for far colder weather. Upon reaching her destination, she headed straight for the kitchen. Now, she stand by the stove, carefully removing donuts from hot oil before applying cinnamon and sugar, occasionally glancing over her should at Tony and looking confused and mildly unnervered at the look in his eye... Thor would be greeted with wide eyes and an awkward bow. In her mind she hears Riva's voice echoing; 'MANTANIUM!'
Toph Beifong	Okay, staying up late and being tired even at 9 am in Malibu is a bad thing. It's good that there are visitors in the house to counteract that with donuts. There's some shuffling coming from the hallway in the opposite direction of the kitchen, and a yawn heralds the arrival of one of the still somewhat sleepy inhabitants of the house. And as she walks into the kitchen, it should be quite the sight as Toph Beifong walks in, still clad in her sleepwear. A black rock band t-shirt that's mostly faded, as well as purple bunny print pajama pants. Then again, what's even more bizarre to look at is Toph's hair. Most of the time it's set in a neat little bun with some hair obscuring her face. This morning it's everywhere. Literally. The dark mass of hair is tangled, unruly and looks like it could be a decent afro material if Toph's hair was curly. But no, it's just thick. And there's a lot of it. Oh well, at least Toph doesn't have major dark bags under her eyes even as she yawns, walking over to the others as she reaches out to punch Thor in the arm on the way. "Heya Thundinator." Yup, her reaction to the thunder god is far more relaxed than Inga's. And the witch gets a tired salute. "Heya... got any of those who aren't so hot I will burn my mouth?" she asks as she sits down next to Tony at the table with a major yawn.
Tony Stark	It is still pretty cool this morning in Malibu, heavy with clouds that portend rain, and not supposed to crack much higher than 60F this afternon. So Inga doesn't look TOO out of place, since many of the locals are weather wusses and bundle up for this sort of thing. Tony greeted her at the front door, clad in t-shirt and sweat pants and barefoot. He HAD been about to hit the gym for a morning workout, but the promise of homemade donuts is just too intriguing. So now he's sitting at the kitchen table watching the cooking process in hopeful fascination. In some part of his brain he hadn't really thought you could cook donuts at home. They're just something you buy ready-made. Buster winds around Inga's ankles, mewing hopefully for her to drop something.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga looks over as Toph exits her room, blinking. She can't help but smile at Toph's ruffled state. It is certainly something to behold. Inga's lips thin as Toph greats Thor so casually, a voice in her mind running, telling her to relax, that everyone treats him like he's a normal person and that's probably because that's how he wants it, blah blah blah, ignore that 'its so not proper! must sacrifice a goat!' instinct. Just provide with donuts. Inga slides a plate with a warm donuts, but one that isn't just out of the oil over to Toph. "This one should be alright," she informs her. Tony is looking at her with that look she's come to recognize by now--like she's performing some kind of magic. When all she's doing is cooking. Yet, she can throw magic around and no one bats an eye! What a strange world this is. The cat even given a fond smile. "At least your cat doesn't almost knock me over when he wants attention..." she comments, reaching down to give him a good pat. As for looking normal, that's doubtful since she showed up in a fur cloak. Oh well!
Thor	Thor's also not dressed like the god of thunder is expected to dress, either. A t-shirt with jeans, and his jacket and hammer are left on the coatrack by the front door. When Inga bows, he gives another nod to the wisewoman. "Rise, Inga Freyadottir." He ruffles Toph's hair a bit when she greets him, smiling slightly to the Earthbender as he approaches Inga. "Already used to modern meals, eh?" He observes Inga at work, picking up Buster when she goes back to cooking proper donuts as opposed to the store-bought kind he had acquired. Interesting, seeing firsthand these pastries baked and prepared for once.
Tony Stark	Buster has nothing on Mister for size, being about 15 pounds of sleek black moocher. He squirms a little bit when Thor scoops him up again, wanting to be underfoot where the action is; but the plate of warm donuts at hand helps. He reaches out over the meaty part of the Thunderer's hand with one paw to try to hook one of the treats over to him.
Toph Beifong	Somehow Toph is used to her hair being ruffled by most of the adults in the Union by now, and she only mutters slightly. Though she seems less tired when she is presented with donuts, even smiling underneath all that hair that obscures her face. "Thanks." And when she stuffs her mouth with one of the treats, she even holds out one for Tony too to make sure he eats something this morning too. "I suggest we skip lessons today in favour of eating donuts," she suggests. Besides, there's so much Christmassy stuff to prepare. Isn't she supposed to get a Christmas break from lessons anyway? From what she's heard other kids get time off around the holidays.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Sidelong look toward Thor. This is so incredibly strange. Maybe she'll wake up soon and find it was all a dream. 'I made Thor donuts' certainly sounds mad. "It was not difficult," she tells him with a nervous smile. "Cooking hasn't changed so very much...I actually rather like modern food--well, some of it. Pizza is amazing," she continues. "I brought ale as well, though I understand for some reason people do not drink it in the mornings here..." she says, as if this is puzzling. Strange modern people. Inga finishes up with the last few donuts, then puts on a fresh pot of coffee. Or tries. As Tony likely has an electric coffee pot rather than an old fashioned percalating one. She frowns at all the buttons.
Tony Stark	But if we stay in eating donuts all day then we can't go out and cut down a tree," Tony reasons. "'People,'" he adds, "don't drink ale in the morning because... actually I'm not sure why we got rid of that custom. /I/ don't drink before noon because Pepper would hurt me. Oh man, let's make pizza too, then the ale would go with it and she can't complain." He gets up to help Inga set the coffee maker properly.
Thor	Thor nods again, listening. "I've had pizza before, once or twice. I am told New York and Chicago are two particularly venomous rivals over the subject myself." He says with amusement, looking sidelong at Stark for a moment. "Is Chicago where Dresden works by chance?" He asks, stroking Buster softly while offering him a piece of freshly prepared donut to nibble on in the meantime.
Toph Beifong	"Huh?" At Tony's comment Toph looks slightly confused at first. "Oh, right. Those weird trees you people drag into your houses and dress up in glitter. Pffft." Trees are supposed to be outside. As for pizza? "Pizza is awesome." She turns towards Tony and nods, talking with her mouth full of donuts. "We should totally have pizza today." But for now she's busy clearing the plate, not bothering with the coffee since that stuff tastes worse than mud water does.
Inga Freyjasdottir	At least she doesn't break the coffee maker by being near it. "Ah, thank you," she says to Tony, as if she isn't making him coffee in his house... "Cut down a tree? Oh, will you be bringing it in to decorate?" she asks, brightening. Yule is approaching...perhaps she should get a tree? Hmm... "Rivals over pizza?" she asks, blinking, confused. How could that eve be a thing. Isn't pizza, well, pizza? What is to fight about? Inga nods to Thor. "Mmmhmm," she confirms. "Well, he works elsewhere as well but, yes," she says. She's resisting pelting Thor with questions about himself and the other...gods? Its practically visible that her mind is full to bursting with curiosity. Blink. "I...could make pizza I suppose," she comments, only just moving over to have a seat and eat a donut herself.
Tony Stark	"Yeah, it's heresy to say you like both," Stark confirms Thor's comment. "We are all about the New York pizza in this house," he clarifies, in case anyone was thinking about mutiny. "Yeah, Dresden's in Chicago. Why?" Buster delicately takes the bit of donut between his teeth and jumps down to eat it under the table where he can guard his kill properly.
Tony Stark	"And Toph, if you don't WANT a tree, that's fine, we just won't have any place to put presents so I'll have to return all of yours."
Thor	"My point exactly." THor grins as he is validated, nabbed another donut to munch while he grabs a seat near Inga. He keeps Buster in his arms, giving him a nibble or two time to time while he hangs about some more. Smirking further, he has to admit, he approves of Tony's methods of discipline. Less messy and godhood removy than Odin anyway.
Toph Beifong	At that comment Toph frowns. "I just don't understand what's so Christmassy about a dead tree in the living room! And don't you dare touch my presents!" First he won't let her open them before Christmas, and now he is joking about returning them? He better be joking. "Armsy gave me my Christmas gift last night, and he didn't wrap the box. Then again, I can tell what most people are getting me for Christmas anyway," Toph huffs. Heck, she can't wait to open the present from D and listen to Tony and Pepper's reaction!
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga raises a brow, observing the family with a smile. She looks to Thor, blinks. "I missed this point apparently...? Is this still about pizza?" she asks. At some point, she spots mjolnir by the doorway, eyes widening.
Tony Stark	Tony follows Inga's eye-widening look and quips, "You're not blocking my door with that thing are you? Don't think I've forgotten the time you put it in front of the bathroom door." Whether this event actually happened is highly questionable. "So, if I had to move it, theoretically, what if I had Toph bend the floor underneath it to slide it along? Would that work?"
Toph Beifong	"What am I, an utility?" Toph asks between chewing and wiping powdered sugar away from around her mouth. "And I should be able to move the hammer by moving the floor underneath it... right?" The last part is directed at Thor. Which reminds her... Toph's expression turns rather serious all of a sudden, and she even swallows all the food in her mouth before she speaks. "Okay guys, you need to tell me what to get you for Christmas." There's no escape.