“You ever seen me say no to that question?” he asked dryly.
She hadn’t answered his query about a hug, but she needed one in his opinion. Since she was so damn attached to that floppy bean bag chair, Thor didn’t pull her up into a standing hug, but rather lifted her out of the chair so he could sit in it himself. Then he settled her in his lap and wrapped his arms around her. Hugs were hugs, standing, sitting, didn’t matter to Thor.
“D’you got anything in this place that doesn’t come outta a box or a can or is frozen? I don’t think that stuff counts as food. Unless it’s taquitos. I really love those things,” he told her. “Or I could go out and get us a pizza, maybe some chicken wings too. Steak? We could get take out. All of the above works for me too. ‘Specially the taquitos.”
Truthfully, his appetite had been a bit off since he’d made the decision that he needed to speak with Sif. He probably wouldn’t feel himself until that was over and done with, and he’d destroyed things for a week or so afterward. Then he’d be able to eat like he normally did. But happy food would probably perk Ninkasi up, and there wasn’t much happier than taquiots. Or pizza. Pizza was really happy.
Dropping a kiss on the top of her head, he added, “Can’t forget dessert either. I’m thinking cream puffs.”