The Midgardians with whom I live believe that whatever one does on the first day of a New Year is what one will continue to do for the rest of the year. They are taking no chances on going hungry in 2018, so we have all gone out for lunch.
The weather is gray and very wintry, so something warm would be welcome. This place is known for its wood-fired pizzas, salads, sandwiches, and soups.
Sigyn has other ideas.
If you are very good, my love, you may have a treat afterwards. We need to get you some proper food first.
Great Frigga’s Corset! Sigyn, if you begin the year by needing to be rescued — in this case, from the menu rack — what does that bode for the rest of the year?
Come, we can play with these crayons while we wait for our food to be ready. They have both our favorite colors. Plus orange.
Ooooh! Look at this! Piping hot Southwestern green chile cheese soup! Just the thing for a frigid winter day. And see how clever! The very bowl is made of bread. You can eat the dishes! (I would not recommend that with other sorts of dinnerware; you would probably not like the results.)
(poke, poke, poke) The crust is very good, but the best bit’s the soft part in the middle.
Evidently the human female thinks so, too. She has managed to eat mostly just the inside. Behold the sourdough wasteland.
I think I will fill up my pockets with crumbs, take them home, introduce them to the human female’s bed, and get her New Year off to a scratchy, itchy start.