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.

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[windriding]

[Is it really his fault, though? Storm's rather convinced she's the one to blame here. Or at the very least, she she shares the blame with him.]

I am, too. [What a waste of food! Ororo looks down at it, then up at Thor.] I suppose I got a little too excited.

[ex_amperage109]

I suppose we both did.

[But there was a Doombot. It was to be expected. He looked down at the cake. Looked over at the streamers and the banner proclaiming that this was little Timmy's 8th birthday. A birthday in the park, perhaps with games and fun. Gazed somberly over at the presents.

The party had taken refuge somewhere else, like at the nearby arcade, but...]

What should we do? I fear that I... [Helpless gesture. Midgardian customs are occasionally beyond his ken. This is one of those occasions.]

[windriding]

[Doombots. Ororo had a personal beef with those, so perhaps her rain had gotten a bit out of hand. She frowned at the memory.

But it was hard to miss how upset Thor was. She set aside her own feelings and gave him a reassuring smile.]

Don't worry, we can still salvage this. We could start with a sunny day, I think. [And on cue, the clouds began to part and the rain was steadily trickling to a stop.]