Burning Rejection

"No, He graduated." I say, stretching. As I do, my shirt rides up alittle. "Breakfast?"

"Yes," I smile looking. Then looking away, not to stare... Why am I so fucking peculiar...

"What is cereal?" I had heard her talking about it last night, was it another type of chip? Or icecream?

"What the hell did they feed you?" I roll my eyes, and go grab a box of frosted flakes "Just try em. Their GRREEAT."

Spoiler

Me physically dying right now.

"Grapes and vegetables and Thor once fed me wood.... It wasn't good.. I was around Eleven..", I eat a dry handful of cereal.

"You can put milk on it." I pull out a bowl and a jug of milk.

I look confused then use commonsense and put some in a bowl and pour milk on it, "Now what do you eat it with?"

"A spoon." I hand him a spoon. "Here you go."

I grab the spoon looking at it, "How do you use this?"

"Watch me." I take down a bowl and a bag of fruit pebbles, and make my cerieal.

I take a spoon and dip it in the cereal and put it in my mouth.

"Okay," I do the same thing except get cereal on the table.

"Loki!" I laugh, nearly spitting pebbles on him. "It goes in your mouth, not the table."

"Sorry" I look up innocently fighting laughter myself..

"Its fine. Its just funny that I have a god in my house, eating my cereal." I continue to giggle consciously.

I laugh "Well, what else would I be eating ?!"