Last year, I was introduced to the confusing Midgardian festival of candy chickens, ravenous rabbits, and pastel colors. I never did figure it out completely. The humans are gearing up for it again, and today the female proposes to do something entirely incomprehensible– take perfectly serviceable white eggs and dye them all sorts of unnatural colors.
I thought it was an insanity peculiar to her, but apparently not–there are kits for this madness!
What in the name of Fandral’s mustache wax is that manic duck doing, and what does the egg smell??
Sigyn, I can tell…you want to try this, don’t you? Sigh. Very well. We shall participate. Can you figure out what all of this equipment is meant to do?
Oh, for pity’s sake. Even the human female’s mugs are all rabbits and flowers…
Why do we need so many drinking vessels anyway? I am certainly not going to drink the vinegar she has set out!
One of the cups has a cow. So Sigyn is mooing. Of course.
Ah. The cups are for the dye. Careful, dearest, don’t fall in!
The human female has boiled a collection of eggs. Look at all those blank faces. Just like Thor when you ask him a question using words of more than one syllable.
Maybe someday we’ll actually get to the egg-coloring. You know, before I die of boredom…