The humans are flakey grocery shoppers. They make a menu and a shopping list and try to be organized, but they usually deviate wildly from plan and come home with random items. One week it might be a new apple variety or some strange new vegetable. The next it might be an intriguing cheese or a soup they haven’t tried. When Sigyn and I tag along, I don’t usually make too many demands because, all things considered, there is usually something in the haul I will eat.
But today, I am putting my foot down.
Purchase these, mortal, or suffer the consequences.