Summer felt her face turn hot, but stubbornly she refused to show Fenrir any other sign of embarrassment. If he was going to give her a view, she was by damn going to enjoy it. Deliberately, she looked him up and down, lingering on every inch, and finishing with raised eyebrows.
“If you’re ready?” She offered a hand. “What else would you like to do, after I’ve paid for these?”
Fenrir shamelessly removed and for a moment stood in all his glory, completely unaware of what he was doing. He set the trousers aside and redressed, donning the clothes he had walked in with; a tunic, trousers, and boots. He shrugged, his ignorance of his actions showing on his face. “I do not know. I know nothing of what mortals do on Midgard.” He just knew that he wanted to experience as much of it as he was allowed. He thought for a moment as he picked up the clothing and draped it over his forearm. “What sort of things do you like to do?” He inquired. “Perhaps you and I could do them together.”
“Mine is a pretty ordinary sort of life, actually,” Summer told him as they walked up to the cash registers. “I tend to spend a lot of time at home, reading, with my cats. That’s when I’m not out helping save the world, which is NOT something I’m going to take you on.” She fished a card out of her back pocket and paid for the clothes, handing Fenrir the bag.
“Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but couldn’t, for … whatever reason?”
He grinned as he followed alongside her. “Saving Midgard, as much as I like it, is not something I shall ever aim to do.” It was meant as a joke, though the implications behind it caused it to fall rather flat. He accepted the bag cautiously, as if he feared he would drop it. Rather, the crinkling plastic just sort of weirded him out.
He contemplated her question, truly racking his brain for an answer. There were too many things that could possibly be done in one day, though Fenrir would have willingly exhausted himself trying. He touched his hand to his lip in thought, thinking over every little Midgardian thing that a visitor had told him about. He shrugged. “Never before have I eaten at a restaurant.” He offered. He was kind of hungry. He hadn’t really eaten since before his change into a mortal form. He felt somewhat bad for experiencing the world at the expense of another, but the want to move and do and experience outweighed that for now. He could always find some way to repay her kindness.
“Then I know exactly what to do.” Summer clapped her hands together gleefully. “There is this GLORIOUS Italian place just a few block away from my apartment. We’ll go back there and drop the car off, let you change, then walk down to Michelangelo’s so you can see more of what New York street-life is like.” She threw her arms up to the sky and spun in a little circle. “This is going to be really fun, Fen. I promise!”