We all have our moments. [Okay, so there is some self-awareness there.] But consider the source if you hear something that messed up. You can't just believe everything here.

Think about it - you've got a dog, so that's an obvious one. Hits you right where it hurts. Lying about anything smaller is just kid's stuff.

Hey, you know how to do it, too.

[He hasn't brought that up in a long time, and luckily one of the grey-faced waitresses arrives with the menus just as he's said it. He picks up his menu and opens it at a slight tilt, so he can see over it if she's going to pitch a fit.

Okay, he's a giant hypocrite all the time, but that explains why he won't allow it in other people.]

I told you it was bubbly, didn't I?

There aren't degrees of bubbly. A drink's either carbonated or it isn't.

[But now he's interested again.]

So?

The company that makes it pretty much owns the world. There's another one like it, Pepsi, but they can't beat Coke.

[He finally takes a sip of his, trying to remember when he tasted it for the first time. It's impossible to pull out a memory of something so deeply ingrained, like trying to recall the first commercial he ever saw on TV.

He's not exactly one for deep thoughts, but the strangeness of all these different worlds finally hits him in that moment, and he gives her a strange look.]

No one cares that we're mutants. [Quietly, without emotion.] Not one person's been freaked out.

But that's not it. There's -

[It's too big of a concept for him to put into words. Whole lives lived without any idea about things that are tightly woven into the tapestry of his life. He doesn't know why, but he doesn't have as much of a problem accepting weird things from other worlds; it only gets bizarre when others can't do the same with his.

And when it comes to what he is, and isn't, here in Asgard, it scares him sometimes.]

- this place is messed up.

[He shrugs.]

You're having your first burger and Coke at - how old are you, anyway?

So I'm pretty sure McDonald's is in every country on Earth by n - and you won't know what that is, either. [He throws up his hands.] See? They give us all the same language, and we still can't understand each other half the time.

[He smirks back.]

Sure, when you're bitching at me. Way easier to tune out.