The humans have ventured out to one of the local markets that carries home goods. Sigyn and I have tagged along just to get out of the house.
This leucistic theropod would ordinarily be terrifying, but…
A. His arms are not only tiny, they’re attached to his chest.
B. Sigyn has a way with animals.
C. He has his golden bow-tie on. Clearly he’s dressed for a night on the town, not the slaughter of innocents.
Sigyn, what are you doing now? The humans have moved on, and we’re in danger of being left behind.
Ah, teaching tricks to polar bears. How clever of you! But do come along.
Augh! What now?! She’s the dearest person, truly, but does she have to stop and chat with every. single. quadruped. on. the. planet?
Dinosaurs in bow-ties, be-tasseled llamas, and polar bears in poorly-painted top hats. None of this makes a great deal of sense.
Now where’s she gone?
Sigh. Hang on, sweetheart. Loki’s coming.