Guy talk, maybe?

[vincent_amora]

Vincent let out a sigh. He'd been sitting across the street from Avengers Mansion for about half an hour, trying to build up the resolve to approach. It had been a while. Long enough for some of the sting to come out, but hopefully not so long that his appearance would be unwarranted entirely. It was still something hard for him; apologizing, that is. He needed to do something though. The Avengers had taken him in when they had no reason to, before he'd found his own footing, and they were a part of his new life in this world.

The relationship isn't going to fix itself anytime soon.

He adjusts his bag, and walks up to the gate, wondering if he's going to be subject to anti-personnel measures, or if he's still got clearance.

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[vincent_amora]

Vincent grins, checking his watch.

"Excellent. There's a Japan v. Brazil game on in about half an hour. Want me to make a run for sushi? Or whatever takeout. Most anything's fine with me."

[asgardian_angel]

"Actually, I can have Jarvis cook us up a thing of chicken wings, buffalo skins, and fried mozzarella sticks?" Nicky liked his food easy and simple.

He also wasn't big on the sushi thing.

"He actually knows how to make sushi, too."

Because Jarvis? Jarvis knew everything.

[vincent_amora]

Vincent nods. "That will be fine."

He prefers more nuanced fare, although in large portions, but anything that makes him full generally sits well.

[asgardian_angel]

"Good! I'll get right on that, then." Unlike Vincent, Nicky was pretty simple and easy going when it came to food. The basics was really all that he needed, as long as he had a good, strong mead to wash it down with.

And while he was locked out of Asgard, he'd still been able to find ways to get his hands on the really good stuff.