He's not terribly well-versed with Midgardian birthday customs, but wasn't there one about the honored one eating first? Or was that just for cake? Either way, Nebula's gotten the jump on the fruit bowl and Natasha did do a great deal of work to make this all happen. Simple or not, it couldn't have been low effort. And if Steven wants to give that first honor to her, Thor will back him up all the way.
The lack of complexity in the dishes means that most of what's there is familiar, as well, so that Thor doesn't have to puzzle his way around the buffet table. A little of this, a little of that, something to eat while the meat is still cooking. He tilts his head slightly when Steve points out the potato salad, something that hasn't come up during his time spent on Midgard before. "What makes it a salad, exactly?" he wonders idly, even as he dutifully scoops a serving onto his plate. Salads are supposed to be lettuce and vegetables, or so he'd thought. But apparently the fruit is a salad too, and there isn't any lettuce, or any ingredients in common.
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on 2019-08-18 04:18 pm (UTC)The lack of complexity in the dishes means that most of what's there is familiar, as well, so that Thor doesn't have to puzzle his way around the buffet table. A little of this, a little of that, something to eat while the meat is still cooking. He tilts his head slightly when Steve points out the potato salad, something that hasn't come up during his time spent on Midgard before. "What makes it a salad, exactly?" he wonders idly, even as he dutifully scoops a serving onto his plate. Salads are supposed to be lettuce and vegetables, or so he'd thought. But apparently the fruit is a salad too, and there isn't any lettuce, or any ingredients in common.
Earth languages can be so weird.