"A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men."

-Roald Dahl

The drive to Isabela's was tense. Thor seemed blissfully unaware of the stares — and glares — being thrown his way. It was almost as if nothing seemed to bother him, like being hit twice in the span of a couple hours didn't faze him in the slightest. Being tasered? Not a big deal. Being disrespectful to the people who gave him clothes and then demand food afterward? That didn't seem to process with him! Was he like that towards everyone he met?

While it didn't seem like Thor was about ready to start attacking anyone, Opal made sure to keep herself ready in case he decided to act out. Just because she managed to calm his mind before didn't mean he'd stay calm.

"We're almost there," Jane announced, turning her van down another road. The small diner came into view, and an almost pleased look came onto Thor's face. "I need you to do something for me, OK?" She glanced at Thor, a serious glint in her eyes.

"What could I offer you?" Thor chuckled. There was a hint of arrogance in his words, and a twinge of irritation rushed through Opal's body.

"Listen to what she's saying," Opal responded, keeping her voice tight and neutral.

Thor glanced back at Opal for a moment before looking over at Jane. The arrogance was very obvious in his blue eyes, and it made the irritation in Opal intensify. While she could understand him being upset about being hit by a car twice plus getting tased, but the arrogance? Where had that come from?

"Fine," he said, a small smirk on his face. "I'll help you with what you need."

"Good." Jane's response was firm, satisfied.

And with that, they reached the parking lot of Isabela's.

O.O.O.O

Jane's interrogation didn't start immediately. Once inside the diner, Thor ordered practically everything on the menu, plus a cup of black coffee and some water. It took him about five minutes to finish the first plate; and he was about halfway through his second plate, still going strong. It didn't seem like he was sick, considering he was able to keep eating. Not only that, but he'd also found Darcy's stash of Pop-Tarts in Jane's van — fresh Pop-Tarts, but it wasn't like Thor cared in the slightest — and ate it all in what looked like a single bite.

For the moment, they were all just watching, in stunned silence, as Thor ate.

Opal couldn't bring herself to order anything aside from water, considering Thor's table manners weren't the best and she lost her appetite as a result.

Erik had a light breakfast.

Darcy and Jane didn't want to eat anything.

By the time Thor was nearly finished with his second plate, Jane mustered up the courage to start asking questions. "How'd you get inside that cloud?" she said.

"How're you not throwing up?" Opal asked, a hint of disgust in her voice as she watched him eat.

"How can you eat an entire box of Pop-Tarts and still be this hungry?" Darcy asked.

After stuffing his face full of scrambled eggs, Thor took his cup of coffee and took a long sip before looking down at the drink appreciatively. "This drink, I like it," he exclaimed.

"I know, it's great, right?" Darcy said.

"Another!" Thor announced, throwing the cup on the ground. Before it could actually hit the ground, Opal tried stopping it, using her telekinesis to stop it midway. Unfortunately, that meant Thor saw it, and before he had a chance to look Opal's way, Jane had elbowed her side and caused her concentration to falter. Which caused the cup to smash on the ground.

Darcy had let out a surprised shriek, nearly jumping out of her seat. Jane let out an equally surprised shriek, only she covered her mouth to stifle it. Erik looked stunned, not to mention mortified. Opal almost fell out of her chair in surprise.

Thor, on the other hand, looked around expectantly, completely ignoring the confused, startled, bewildered looks people were throwing their way.

"I am so sorry," Opal exclaimed, looking at the waitresses. "It was an accident." Grabbing a handful of napkins, she started gathering up the shards of the cup and trying to clean up the coffee that splattered on the ground. Once the shards had been gathered into the napkins, and the coffee mess had been cleaned to the best of her abilities, Opal threw a heated look Thor's way as she placed the mess on the table. "What is wrong with you?" she hissed. "Are you out of your mind?"

"It was delicious, I want another."

The statement was said so simply it made Opal laugh in disbelief. "You can ask for more without smashing it on the ground," she said sharply. "Do you know how rude you're being right now?"

An almost shocked look came across Thor's face. "I meant no disrespect," he exclaimed.

"Then don't go smashing things, OK?" Leaning back in her seat, Opal crossed her arms over her chest as she regarded him. "OK?"

"You have my word."

With a nod, the subject was dropped.

The air seemed to lighten after that, and Jane was starting to get back into the groove of questioning Thor. While Jane was trying to get as much information as possible, two older men came in and started chatting with Isabela, the owner of the diner. While Opal wasn't one to eavesdrop, she couldn't help it since the two men were practically yelling they were talking so loud. Something having to do with a crater, a weird looking satellite, and then some kind law enforcement showing up. Jane looked Opal's way, and the latter knew that look all too well. It was Jane's please-use-your-telepathy face.

Sighing, Opal connected her mind with the older mens', hoping to find what they were talking about. Evidently, it didn't take much looking to understand what they meant. Whatever "satellite" they were talking about was somewhere in the desert, not far from town, in a big crater...only it wasn't a satellite at all. It was a... hammer.

After exiting their minds, Opal looked at Jane with a slight frown. "It's not a satellite," she said, lowering her voice so the men wouldn't overhear. "It's a hammer. I'd say about fifty miles West of here."

A look came across Thor's face. Not even bothering to finish his food, he stood up abruptly and walked out the door.

"Should I go after him?" Opal asked.

"You're the only one who can calm him down," Erik said. "Go get him before he does something stupid."

O.O.O.O

Opal Cunningham didn't really expect much out of life. After having to deal with being considered mentally ill for so long, then having to realize she wasn't sick, she was just a mutant, Opal didn't really know what to think anymore. In her own opinion, she would've been content just living the easy life, not having to haul herself all over New Mexico for Jane's scientific discoveries. In all honesty, she wasn't expecting or wanting to go running after some guy Jane hit with her van either.

Neither were on the top of her list.

So when she caught up with Thor, she found herself feeling more like a babysitter for the tall blonde. She didn't like that feeling at all.

Considering when she caught up with him, she had to shove him out of the way of oncoming traffic.

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