Thor-Bobby combo
Thor released his grip steadily and allowed the Wolf to find a stable footing without any abruptness. "The bedroom is one place where our bonds are forged, not the only one," he clarified in an easy tone as the smile remained on him; "but I am glad the customs I hold in common with these Midgardians do not alarm you." Part of him wished that Space Marine shared those customs as well, but he knew that such expectations were folly. Most Asgardians did not share my customs after all, nor do most Midgardians.
The sound of crockery being unstacked and the jangling rustle of cutlery came from the kitchen. The accountant already had very large soup bowls down on the counter, alongside plates; his eyes moved lovingly over the absolute feast that Gambit had prepared; Creole-style chicken-and-andouille-sausage gumbo as well as crab cakes served with Cajun-style remoulade sauce. Talk about overcatering, not that I'm complaining! Bobby mused as he strolled over to a gumbo pot that was probably big enough to bathe two infants in. He held the ladle like it were a weapon as he began to extract the gumbo.
Even after Baird and Thor and Ragnar and me have finished there's gonna be enough leftovers in there for a week... He left the crab cakes for his second pass before he walked towards the table.