OMNOMNOM (tag: Harmonia)
Thor wasn't certain what the issue was, but there was a middle-aged waitress staring him down like she was about to face a dragon, the pen sticking out of her salt-and-pepper hairbun almost quivering as she mentally prepared for battle. She wasn't even his waitress. His waitress was the adorable little brunette with the sprinkle of freckles across her nose that was hovering behind the affronted crusader. Thor had been happily flirting with the girl right up to the point where he'd given his order, and confirmed that he intended to eat it right there. Her eyes had grown large and she'd hurried off, only to return with her.
“Is there a problem?” he asked genially.
“Sir,” the dragon-slayer began, “we really don't appreciate the joke, and I'm afraid you're still going to have to pay for the food you ordered.”
Thor looked confused. “I planned on paying for it. Also planned on eating it, so why don't you bring that out so I can get started?”
“Yeah, I know. I had to order them three days in advance. And now, I'd like to eat them.”
It was the waitress' turn to look confused. “Sir, do you realize that those burgers are fifty pounds of ground beef? Each? Not to mention the lettuce, tomatoes, onions, cheese, pickles and specialty buns?”
“I ordered fries, too,” Thor reminded her.
“We assumed it was for a party,” she told him nonplussed. “People usually order that for a party.”
“Party of one,” Thor grinned. “Me.”
The dragon-slayer suddenly looked uncertain, as though her confidence in her fireproof shield was flagging and flames were imminent. “Well then. Well. Then. I guess... I guess we'll bring you the burgers.”
“And the fries,” he reminded again. “And three pitchers of beer would be great, thanks.”
The look that crossed her face then was a blend of disbelief and disgust. Thor had seen it before, frequently at meal times, so he just shrugged and let it pass. The woman snapped, “Come on, Shandy. We're going to have to get the cart to wheel those things out here.”
The befreckled brunette, who Thor deduced must be Shandy, gave him an apologetic smile before following the older waitress. Which left the Norse god to his own devices until they brought him his food. Since it was going to involve a cart, somehow, he wasn't expecting it in the next few minutes, unfortunately. With nothing else to keep him occupied, Thor began folding one of the paper napkins left at his table.