Fueled by greed and prednisone-induced hunger (the rickety back, again), the human female has brought home some unusual baked goods. Despite the label, which says, “crackers,” clearly they are cookies. Someone screwed up.
And they are all animal-shaped. Sigyn, bless her heart, cannot bring herself to eat any and is busy making friends with them.
I, of course, have no such compunction.