The food was being laid out, and Brayden sat in his usual seat (when he and his father were invited to dinner), sporting his brand new trendsetting accessory... rubber medical gloves. Thanks, Dr. Brian... His hat was under his chair, at Mateo's encouraging. Part of him thought his new look was righteous, of course, but he'd never been a mutant and some of his life was spent on Midgard. He figured he'd better get used to the hats before his next visit with his mother - which... would probably be sooner than later. Dinners usually alternated between an Asgardian feast, and then something straight from Earth - and he had a feeling the skip in the usual order was partially for him. Giant, steaming pizzas lined the table - too many, you'd think. Brayden knew better. He could see it in Teo's eyes that his little pal wanted to dive in (possibly literally) to dinner, but was waiting for the arrival of his mother (queen Eva). Brayden looked to his dad and gave a sigh, hoping for a last boost of confidence, some final sign of solidarity... Then chairs began to scoot back as the older men moved to stand. Brayden turned from Nate and looked to the door, then stood as well.
"Oh, come on, I told you all to eat if I'm ever late," Eva said as she came in, Torben struggling to get loose from her arms. He had to have grown an inch or more since Brayden saw him two days ago... Whoa. She took her seat, set the baby loose on the floor (he usually ate ten times to their one), and then took a slice of pizza without ceremony. Game on. Brayden and Mateo dug in then, obviously. Ham and pineapple...
"Thanks for letting me have dinner with you guys," Bray said to the Allfather between bites (almost). "I didn't mean to be..." uh, "trouble this week." His eyes shifted upward to signify his brand new horns.