"I can't promise that one, Wong might be more amendable if you offer him a bun or have the Cloak guard the door." He took another sip of the tea, watching Loki a bit, not sure if he wants to talk about the extinction of worlds or not. If Loki did that was alright, but Strange wasn't going to contribute to that discussion.
It had been an odd enough day, and he felt very tired. At least the current threat was - no longer a threat.
"He can be bribed with snacks?" Loki grins, knowing that's not remotely what Strange meant. "Good to know. But yes, of course he can have cardamom buns. Now that I know there are fans here I might bring them around more often."
"Just don't expect me to make any. I can cook a fish over an open fire but baking is far out of my league."
He might be able to make things out of boxes, but if he tried to make something from scratch, everyone would be sorry.
"Also, you'll have to have the Cloak do the guarding if you want it to. I don't tell sentient objects what to do. Learned that lesson the hard way with Mjolnir. Unless they like me specifically, it's hands-off." He...he halfway seems to be addressing that comment to the Cloak, just to make sure it knows he's not going to invade its personal space.
"Tuna melts and liquor are his favorites, but I'm sure he won't mind cardamom. For his part, Wong can make even extra-dimensional food taste decent, though he's usually too busy with his actual duties to cook." He wasn't going to finish the bun even though it smelled good and tasted good, he couldn't actually eat it at present. Maybe if he slept and let his magic replenish he might be able to.
Strange sipped the last of his tea and slowly stood up. "I'm going to retire to bed for now, just - try not to make any messes that I'll have to clean up later, or interfere in the library. You could unleash a multiverse-level destruction that not even you can survive, and I can't currently prevent it, so you would have to deal with Wong and the other sorcerers. I would rather have your company and if you would like to brew more tea, that should be acceptable." He got up slowly and the Cloak moved the chair back to it's place before moving back to Strange's side. There was a small alcove off to the side that led to a wider bedroom. Strange wasn't going to bother with undressing and just climbed into his bed. The Cloak positioned itself near the foot of the bed, standing watch.
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It had been an odd enough day, and he felt very tired. At least the current threat was - no longer a threat.
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"Just don't expect me to make any. I can cook a fish over an open fire but baking is far out of my league."
He might be able to make things out of boxes, but if he tried to make something from scratch, everyone would be sorry.
"Also, you'll have to have the Cloak do the guarding if you want it to. I don't tell sentient objects what to do. Learned that lesson the hard way with Mjolnir. Unless they like me specifically, it's hands-off." He...he halfway seems to be addressing that comment to the Cloak, just to make sure it knows he's not going to invade its personal space.
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Strange sipped the last of his tea and slowly stood up. "I'm going to retire to bed for now, just - try not to make any messes that I'll have to clean up later, or interfere in the library. You could unleash a multiverse-level destruction that not even you can survive, and I can't currently prevent it, so you would have to deal with Wong and the other sorcerers. I would rather have your company and if you would like to brew more tea, that should be acceptable." He got up slowly and the Cloak moved the chair back to it's place before moving back to Strange's side. There was a small alcove off to the side that led to a wider bedroom. Strange wasn't going to bother with undressing and just climbed into his bed. The Cloak positioned itself near the foot of the bed, standing watch.