[Not the least bit surprised about Jack's ever-idealistic statements, he turned his attention to the louder gentleman next to him. Midgard was a word he hadn't heard in ages, or-- hadn't heard in normal conversation, but had read it plenty of times in literature. And he'd read a lot of literature...
That, and the food didn't look bad, more like a feast. Curiosity getting the better of his desire to be subtle, he easily slid in next to Jack, leaning on his elbows onto the counter with hands clasped together.]
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That, and the food didn't look bad, more like a feast. Curiosity getting the better of his desire to be subtle, he easily slid in next to Jack, leaning on his elbows onto the counter with hands clasped together.]
I think I've heard of your dad, actually.