Sharing the close quarters of an inn room with the human female brings out the worst of both of us. I accompanied her to breakfast yesterday. I was hoping she would make me one of those large round breakfasts with the nooks and crannies for butter and syrup (there is an actual law that says inns must have a waffle maker if there is a breakfast buffet). But did she? She did not!
She expected me to eat this?
It’s cold outdoors now, and she gave me cereal! And it wasn’t even the sort with the colorful cardboard marshmallows! Even Sigyn was put off. Human 1, Loki 0.
Such provocation cannot go unanswered, so while she was showering, I untucked the curtain.
Water everywhere! Tie score 1-1.
Then I hid all day, when she wanted to take photographs. Human 1-Loki 2. Hah!
This morning, she did want to make herself a nook-filled breakfast, but I cast an invisibility spell on the Texas-shaped waffle maker and she didn’t notice it until she had poured the batter into the round griddle mechanism. Human 1-Loki 3.
Augh! She does this on purpose, I’m sure of it! Just look at this monstrosity!
This sort of breakfast is meant to be tidy and precise. Just LOOK at these sticky-uppy bits! Oh, it drives me insane! Sigyn, how does this not bother you? Grr. Human 2-Loki 3.
Just for that, I am hiding one of her gloves. It will vanish in the car between one moment and the next and she will spend the next 100 miles looking for it.
Human 2-Loki 4. Game and match to Loki!