A glances passes between Carol and Sam, a silent check in by two people who know the fun of mischief and know to temper it sometimes. It's like they're checking how the mood is leaning. Do they tell him, are they honest, or do they mess with Thor?
In the end, Sam is no fun - Carol pouts briefly, and he shrugs in apology. But she understands - he wants to make sure everyone has a good time here. Besides, the tradition - if memory serves - is good fun for her, too, if Thor's in the know and the mood stays where it's at.
Sam makes a gesture encompassing the whole room. "You gotta find someone to kiss, man. On the mouth, no cute playground sweetheart stuff here. Can be a peck, though."
Carol scoffs. "It absolutely can't be a peck. Are you joking or just setting yourself up not to go for it, Captain?"
Sam crosses his arms, fidgets. Gaze skittering across the room to who knows where - or to whom, more likely. "Nah, just tryna be nice to the guests, Captain."
Yeah, that's a thing. Carol and Sam have made a habit to only ever adress one another as Captain in exceedingly loud and boisterous ways. Why be normal when you can go higher, further, faster, and all that jazz?
Sam claps Thor on the shoulder. "The way you ring in the new year will determine how the rest of your year will go. That's the idea. So, you start the new year with a kiss, obviously the new year can only be great, right?"
Carol nods with an air of sage wisdom. "Oh, yeah, totally. Everyone on Earth 100% believes that, and it's totally not just about getting to kiss someone you like or find hot or has a nice mouth."
years later
In the end, Sam is no fun - Carol pouts briefly, and he shrugs in apology. But she understands - he wants to make sure everyone has a good time here. Besides, the tradition - if memory serves - is good fun for her, too, if Thor's in the know and the mood stays where it's at.
Sam makes a gesture encompassing the whole room. "You gotta find someone to kiss, man. On the mouth, no cute playground sweetheart stuff here. Can be a peck, though."
Carol scoffs. "It absolutely can't be a peck. Are you joking or just setting yourself up not to go for it, Captain?"
Sam crosses his arms, fidgets. Gaze skittering across the room to who knows where - or to whom, more likely. "Nah, just tryna be nice to the guests, Captain."
Yeah, that's a thing. Carol and Sam have made a habit to only ever adress one another as Captain in exceedingly loud and boisterous ways. Why be normal when you can go higher, further, faster, and all that jazz?
Sam claps Thor on the shoulder. "The way you ring in the new year will determine how the rest of your year will go. That's the idea. So, you start the new year with a kiss, obviously the new year can only be great, right?"
Carol nods with an air of sage wisdom. "Oh, yeah, totally. Everyone on Earth 100% believes that, and it's totally not just about getting to kiss someone you like or find hot or has a nice mouth."