Yeah, yeah.

[ex_amperage109]

[One of the regrettable side effects of being the God of Thunder was the occasional dramatic thunderstorm which would spontaneously erupt whilst he was hammering something or another...which normally wasn't a big deal. However.

There was a cake.

In the rain.

And it was kind of his fault and he recognized it and knew it. Yeah, sure, he was hammering something or another and saving the world, but still. The frosting was running into the ground. There were words which indicated that this wasn't just a cake, nay, this was a cake that was meant for some sort of festivities. A celebration of some kind! And it looked like once, perhaps, it had been delicious. That was before the spontaneous dramatic thunderstorm.

...in short, whoops. His bad.]

I am sorry.

Comments

appropos of nothing

[inflorence]

( Bruce Wayne stared down at the remains of what had once been a pretty nice looking decorative cake. It'd had names that weren't his on it and everything. Names currently melting off the side...

He looks over at Thor, leaning on his cane. He quirks an eyebrow up as he replies. )

The cake says you apology's accepted. I'm not so sure if Mr. and Mrs. Smith will be as accommodating...

( He shrugs his shoulders, reaching out to catch the tiny plastic wedding couple about to topple off the formerly impressive wedding cake. )

... Then again, the whole wedding party appears to have been blown away.

( Literally all of them are staring at Thor in open mouthed astonishment. The bride reaches over to gently close the groom's mouth with a click of teeth against teeth. )

A+, 10/10, would support this again.

[ex_amperage109]

[If this was a few hundred years ago this would probably be the point in which he would bask in their worship of him and his divinity...? Something like that. Just be like I am Thor! The skalds shall sing songs of your glory in meeting me today! Drink some mead. Flirt with some mortals. Talk about beating up giants. Good times. But that was then and this was now. Now, he was aware that he had committed a faux pas.]

So it seems.

[Okay.]

Friends! I am Thor, of Asgard. I did not mean to disrupt your day of festivities.

[.........okay, he can't do this.]

You there. [aka Bruce Wayne, said in a fashion that's more like the Shakesperian version of "Sup, dude" opposed to "I am too above you, mortal, to bother learning your name", intent may or may not get across.] Tell me, what is customary to bring as a gift to a wedding in this land?

[He has no idea how to fix this he doesn't know a pastry chef does he look like someone who hails from 21st century Earth?]

excellent

[inflorence]

( Bruce quirks up an eyebrow at Thor's address, wondering when Norse Mythology had decided to roll into town. And why Norse? Most people went Greek or Roman for the ease of recognition.

Then again, most people weren't summoning up storms and lighting and turning cake into the delicacy formerly known as cake, so he supposes it's all about relativity. )

Me? Ah... a lightning rod. Under present circumstances.

( Such dry humor for such a wet moment. He glances back at the wedding party, fingers rolling the plastic figurine of husband and wife around in his hand. )

Or a photograph to commemorate the occasion.

( He tosses the plastic figurine to Thor. )

Would you say you're photogenic?

[ex_amperage109]

[He catches the plastic figurine. Cute, actually. He approves of this custom. As for the question he has to take a moment to mull it over because while he's aware of what photographs are and has had his picture taken before and is pretty good at adopting a grin on command it's still something his brain has to sort of adjust to. Like rolling down one set of railroad tracks before there is a click and he switches routes and goes right. Midgard. Not Asgard or elsewhere.]

I would say so.

[Except...wait.]

Really?

[Like is that all it'll take to smooth things over? Really? Truly? Huh.]