Jeff, God of Biscuits - Saturday afternoon
Stark had watched Glitz consume what he was charitably describing as an unhealthy amount of bacon-covered pizza not long ago. But the boy was still hungry, as was Ziya, and he'd promised them cupcakes.
And Stark, being Stark, took promises about cupcakes very seriously. He took other promises seriously as well, but those simply weren't relevant to the narrative at this time.
Now Stark and his glowy and blue alternate universe offspring were at JGOB examining the selection of baked goods. Glitz's face was pressed up against the glass of the display case.
"I want that one and that one and that one and two of that one and that one and that one and a chocolate one and a cookie and that cookie and one with sprinkles and..."
[Open. If you're tiny, it's very likely Stark will buy you a treat. If you're less tiny, it's still likely he'll buy you something. He likes to spread the joy of baked goods.]
And Stark, being Stark, took promises about cupcakes very seriously. He took other promises seriously as well, but those simply weren't relevant to the narrative at this time.
Now Stark and his glowy and blue alternate universe offspring were at JGOB examining the selection of baked goods. Glitz's face was pressed up against the glass of the display case.
"I want that one and that one and that one and two of that one and that one and that one and a chocolate one and a cookie and that cookie and one with sprinkles and..."
[Open. If you're tiny, it's very likely Stark will buy you a treat. If you're less tiny, it's still likely he'll buy you something. He likes to spread the joy of baked goods.]