Not expected in the least. Loki wasn't expecting the sudden arrival of a black, feathery thief, blinking a long moment as the corvid was bravely stuffing his beak before bursting into laughter.
"What's the rush, friend?" He asked in a cheery tone, reaching out to... nudge the plate a bit closer to the bird. Not the weirdest tablemate he's ever had, not by a longshot.
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Date: 2018-11-17 09:42 pm (UTC)"What's the rush, friend?" He asked in a cheery tone, reaching out to... nudge the plate a bit closer to the bird. Not the weirdest tablemate he's ever had, not by a longshot.