You would think that the humans had eaten as much as they possibly could, but no! The human female and the blue-haired god-daughter have decided to take advantage of this rare trip to the Big City to the South to try out a highly-touted pastry shop. Let us join them, Sigyn. There is always room for puff pastry.
It’s a very fancy, Frenchy bakery. Even the little buildings on the tray have teeny little French signs.
The human female, while tempted by the almond cake with apricots or pears, has opted for something she calls “stroodle.” That sounds like plumbing backing up!
Oh, I see. It’s just fancy apple pie. Sigyn, you’ll like that. (I am over being jealous of apple cake and apple-cake makers. Mostly.)
The blue-haired god-daughter is endeavoring to eat a cream puff roughly the size of her fist. It’s very squishy.
I don’t know whether to help her eat it or to just flop on it and have a bit of a postprandial nap.
The human male and the friends have ended up down the street in the premises of the Purveyor of Pens and we have now joined them. The human male is looking for inks and the female is just poking.
I am still looking for the perfect green ink.
Sigyn, of course, wants red.
Ehehehehehe! Some of the ink and pen-cleaner labels are miniature works of art.
Volstagg’s triple chin! Look! The friendly proprietors have set out pizza, cake, and some wildly decorated doughnuts!
The females could have skipped the pastry and had their sugar fix here! (But breakfast cereal on a doughnut?! Who does that?)
Ehehehehe–the human female has tried a cute little fountain pen–and I made it leak on her! Yes, we’ve been here before, and yes, the human female has come away with inky fingers before, but it still makes me giggle every time.