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Loki eyeballs the sandwich on the table suspiciously.
“You brought me…shawarma? What is this?”
Darcy barely suppresses the urge to roll her eyes.
“Can’t a girl bring home lunch without being questioned? Just figured that since the team keeps eating shawarma without you, you might wanna know what you’re missing out on. And I’ve never had any either.”
He continues to glare at the food on his plate, and Darcy giggles.
“Just pick it up and take a bite. It’s a sandwich, not a grenade.”
“What is it made of?”
Darcy shrugs.
“Beats me. But I hear it’s delicious.”