Well, well, well! Today must be the day for finding strange things on the street. What have we here?
I wonder if they are left from the eggy festival a few weeks back? No, Sigyn, wait! Do not open them! The contents must be truly putrid by now. Let me do a de-stinkifying spell first. There. Now we can peek.
Oh. Mine is empty. Well, what do you have?
Great Frigga’s hairpins!
I do not know what I was expecting, but it surely was not that!
What a surprise! Come on, my sweet, let’s go home. Wait–you’re not thinking of keeping that bug-eyed monstrosity?
Oh, now they’re both giving me the pleading looks! No! No puppy eyes! Sigyn, you don’t know the first thing about this bird, what it eats or how much noise it makes in the morning. You don’t know if it will peck the furniture or poop all over or anything. Besides, look at it! I think it has a thyroid problem.
Sigh. You know I can deny you nothing. Very well, bring the feathered freak along. With any luck the human female will be allergic.