Tonight the humans have decided to stay out of the kitchen entirely and we are going out to eat. Sigyn, we haven’t been here before, have we? I think I would have remembered an eating establishment with a name like “Newk’s.” What in the Nine Realms is a Newk? And is it a good thing that one owns a restaurant?
Here’s the food. The human female has ordered a salad.
Lettuce, artichokes, grapes, pecans croutons, cranberries, and sherry vinaigrette. The human male has a pizza. Hmm. I’m not in the mood for either, and not terribly hungry.
I’m more interested in the long, skinny package that the humans picked up from a whole basketful on the way in.
Breadsticks? Are these special implements for skewering bits of bread? I did not know that bread needed special tools. Mostly I just use my hands.
Huh. Sigyn, will you look at that…
Not sticks for bread. Sticks OF bread! I can think of all sorts of uses for these. We could use them as chopsticks! We could conduct a dinner-time symphony. We could do edible jousting!
I predict the human female will stick a couple under her upper lip and pretend to be a walrus. (We can’t take her anywhere.)