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"...and I really don't know where the whole rumor about Asgardians needing to eat golden apples to retain their youth thing came from," he says. "We age and die, just like anything or anyone else. It's like the whole God thing. Who came up with that?" A beat. "I mean, humans, I guess, but why gods? Why not aliens? Aliens -- that's at least accurate. "

Thor smiles over at Quill and leans contentedly over the bar. Chin set in one hand, he idly pours himself another glass with the other, then sets the bottle back down on the counter with an audible, dull glassy sound. He pushes it towards Quill.

"Had you met any Asgardians before you met me?"

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Thor directs a finger at Quill. "Either one of them," he agrees. "If they can figure it out, you'll need to sample it for authenticity before I try it."

Thor wants his first experience with pop rocks to be a genuine one.

"Sure. I'll make sure the product is pure before you have some." He said chuckling.

"If they can't make any, we'll find some while you're in New York," Thor insists. "And whatever strange and exotic Earth dishes you missed while you were away."

"Strange and exotic?" He repeated, amused. "You know I'm from Missouri, right?"

"I am sure Missouri has strange an exotic foods. Like your... pop rocks."

Quill stared at Thor. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. What counts as exotic for this guy?

"Like... corn dogs, right?" He said. "Hotdogs covered in delicious batter and fried?"

"I've had one of those!" Thor says, clearly overjoyed. "They're amazing. Dry on the outside, moist on the inside. Delicious."

"I have a feeling you might like a country fair," he said with a nod. "Basically, if you can think of it, they can fry it."

Thor makes a thoughtful little noise at that.

"Cheesecake?" he asks.

"Definitely fried cheesecake." He said. "It's even usually on a stick."

Fried anything was good in Quill's opinion.

Thor nods thoughtfully at this, imagining what such a thing would taste like.

"Kale?"

Quill stared.

"You went from cheesecake to kale?" He asked incredulously. "You know, maybe? But I don't know why you'd want to have kale in the first place."

Quill followed up his statement with a "ew" face.

"I went to the first two things I thought wouldn't be deep-fried," Thor says. "I don't know how your cheesecake wouldn't dissolve immediately and I can't understand why someone would want to deep-fry kale when it's good-as is."

"I'm going to stop you right there," he said, this time pointing at Thor. "Kale is not good. It's basically weeds."

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"What are you talking about? Kale is delicious!"

"Kale is literally the the parts of salad that weren't picked for the major league," he countered. "Might as well go outside and eat a handful of grass."

"I challenge you to a blind taste test, then."

"You're on." He said, not backing down. "There is no way I'm going to Los to kale."

"There should be a wager," Thor decides. "Qhat do you want if I am wrong and grass proves tastier?"

Quill thought about it. He thought really hard.

"How about the loser has to perform some sort of dare?" He suggested.

"Fair enough," Thor says. "Tomorrow night, then. You will have the finest kale you have ever tasted."

Thor is either incredibly confident in his culinary prowess, or incredibly confident in kale's innate ability to taste better than grass harvested from the inn's front lawn.

Thor finishes his drink, pours himself another and tops off Quill's.

"So we've got Pop Rocks to pop, Kale to devour, mix tapes to make for our loved ones, and a trip to New York in our future," he says. "Think our lives are jam-packed enough?"

"Yeah." He said, half sarcastic. "Not really sure how we're going to do it all with our busy lives."

He finished the glass of whiskey and requested some more by pushing his glass to Thor.

Thor fills it up.

"I'd rather be fighting Thanos if we're being honest," he says. "Get the whole thing done and over with."

"You think he might ever find his way here?" Quill asked out loud.

He was starting to feel a buzz pretty well now.

"Maybe, but I'm not sure if he'd do anything," Thor says. "Not unless someone tried to take the gauntlet from him. He already got what he wanted. The only thing I think he cares about is making sure that nobody takes it away."

Thor takes a swig.

"Tony would probably do something stupid, though. Same with Peter and anyone else who knows who he is. If any of them encountered him first, they'd wind up dead."