The human female has gone to some sort of fancy reception on campus. Someone retired or got an award or was executed or something. I don’t particularly care. I do care that she brought back some goodies from the reception. She has left this rectangular comestible in plain view.
Sigyn is excited. I’m… Let’s say I’m giving it the good old Jotun side-eye.
(poke, poke, poke) On the one hand, it might be some sort of sweet shortcrust pastry full of luscious cheesecake and topped with lovely pastel pink chocolate curls.
On the other hand, it could just as easily be pizza crust, full of yummy mashed potatoes and topped with little bits of savory ham…
Or cardboard, full of caulk and topped with rolled up snippets of band-aid.
It’s outsourced campus food services so, really, the odds are about even…