The visiting mortals (one tall female and two small, sticky males) are filling the house with chat and laughter. Like the cat, I am tempted to go hide under the bed until the din of talking and eating and infant-babble has ceased.
The visiting female has brought with her a number of small, semicircular pastries which warrant further investigation. If I heard her correctly, they are called “empanananas” and are filled with pine needles and apples. That doesn’t sound in the least appetizing to me, but then again, mortals have very strange notions about what constitutes food.
Ah. Sigyn, who has had more experience with human sweets than I, says they are filled with pineapple, which is neither a pine nor an apple.
Stupid Midgardian botany.