I can't imagine why. [Death Valley isn't as dry as his tone.]

Depends on which country the jail cell's in.

I guess it's better than the bottom of the Marianas Trench.

[He's just about to prop his ankle on his knee, but rethinks the move. After all the orgy talk, best not to flash his junk at Loki.]

I can always eat. Are you cooking? [Because if he is, Bruce has got to see this.]

[Tempting though it is, Bruce has to pull it back a little.] I eat a lot. If you're cooking, the least I can do is buy the groceries.

[But yes, clothing is in order now that he's left Loki's couch properly damp. He stands and looks expectantly down at Loki for a yes or no to the groceries.]

[Showoff.]

I have to pick the menu, too? That might be too much pressure. At least give me a genre - comfort food, light, hot, cold, that kind of thing.

Think about it - I'll be back in a minute.

[He'll be back and dressed in the jeans, undershirt, and sweater he'd been wearing when he let himself in.]

[The fact that every item he wears has to be custom made does mean it all fits very well. It's been strangely kind of fun playing dress-up with this body.

He ponders the request, trying to think of something that won't be a huge pain in the ass to make.]

Comfort food on my scale... Big ask. Okay, I grew up in New Mexico, so let's do posole. What's the biggest pot you have?

[Bruce eyes the pot and then looks up at Loki.]

Now you're just showing off.

Sounds exhausting.

[He pulls a phone the size of a small tablet out of his pocket and starts tapping at it, pulling up the nearest store that will deliver specialty grocery items on short notice because there is no chance he's dragging Loki out to a grocery store.]

Any special requests while I'm ordering?

[The two of them in public is pretty much the antithesis of low profile.]

M&Ms cookies? Really?

[He’s already tapping through, ordering chilis and pork, hominy, and now M&Ms cookies.]

Who introduced you to those?

If I hear the word 'yeet' from you, I might be tempted to demonstrate it.

[Probably not really. He might not get to use the hot tub again.]

[No one, please NO ONE introduce him to Reddit or 4chan. In fact, Bruce texts exactly that to Peter.]

Twenty minutes - I paid for express delivery - you're welcome. Too soon for me to bother getting back in the hot tub.

[You know you're curious.]

Posole or pozole, depending on where you're from. It's a pork and hominy stew that gets a lot of its flavor from a chili puree. Growing up in New Mexico, it was something we'd have around the winter holidays.

[A small shrug.]

You picked comfort food; that's a comfort food to me.