It's smart of her to not give Thor any wiggle room to change his mind. Despite how hard he's come down on himself for everything - or perhaps because of it - the last thing he wants to do is disappoint the people he cares about, if he can help it. Even if he does end up stressing himself out about it between now and the birthday dinner, knowing that they'll be waiting for him will be motivation to at least put in an appearance, no matter how long he ends up staying.
"See you," he echoes faintly, before the call ends.
Rocket, meanwhile, has been making excellent progress on the windows as high up as he can reach, having stolen a chair to help out with that a bit more. He's making a face at the sharp smell of cleaning chemicals, of course, but that doesn't stop him from brightening up the place. He glances over his shoulder as Natasha returns, trying to pretend like he wasn't listening in the whole time.
"Too bad we can't just buy a whole cow or somethin', huh?" The raccoon shakes his head, looking unsurprised at the increased need for food. He's heard rumors about how much grub Asgardians can put away in a single sitting, and if Thor's theft of the Benatar's entire supply of soup was any hint, there's truth to that. "Still's probably gonna be easier to find than hotdogs. I can check around, see what I can find." Granted, it hasn't always been the easiest thing to get Terrans to take him seriously when he's ventured out on his own, but that's nothing new to Rocket.
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on 2019-07-28 10:11 pm (UTC)"See you," he echoes faintly, before the call ends.
Rocket, meanwhile, has been making excellent progress on the windows as high up as he can reach, having stolen a chair to help out with that a bit more. He's making a face at the sharp smell of cleaning chemicals, of course, but that doesn't stop him from brightening up the place. He glances over his shoulder as Natasha returns, trying to pretend like he wasn't listening in the whole time.
"Too bad we can't just buy a whole cow or somethin', huh?" The raccoon shakes his head, looking unsurprised at the increased need for food. He's heard rumors about how much grub Asgardians can put away in a single sitting, and if Thor's theft of the Benatar's entire supply of soup was any hint, there's truth to that. "Still's probably gonna be easier to find than hotdogs. I can check around, see what I can find." Granted, it hasn't always been the easiest thing to get Terrans to take him seriously when he's ventured out on his own, but that's nothing new to Rocket.