The human female said something about people running around and chaos and food, so when she and Sigyn asked if I wanted to join them, I thought, “Why not?” and came with.
Turns out this isn’t some raucous party with infinite opportunities for mischief, it’s a church food drive and I’ve been recruited to help sort and pack. If word of this gets out it is NOT going to do good things to my villain cred.
Looks like the food is all here and now we just have to sort it, with the various items for the holiday baskets going on different tables. Sorting gravy mix from instant potatoes is a bit beneath my intellectual capabilities, but Sigyn is having fun, so I guess I can stand it for an hour or two.
I must admit, that went very quickly.
The people in charge are actually pretty well organized. One of them wants the human female to help be in charge next year. Snort! They have never seen the inside of her backpack. If they had, they wouldn’t put her and “organized” in the same state, let alone the same sentence.
It’s all sorted. Now we have to count things, since we need a certain number of each item. Sigyn and I are on the “Bean” table.
Along the way, we’re supposed to check dates and put aside anything that’s expired. There’s a prize for whoever finds the most out-of-date thing.
These spuds have seen better days.
No, wait! This can is even older.
Brainstorm! Quick, Sigyn–we brought the human female! There is nothing here as decrepit and past the best-by date as she is! We are sure to win!