No visit to the Big City to the South would be complete without a visit to the Large Market. I don’t really expect to find anything new or exciting, but Sigyn likes to talk to the fruit and flowers and sing little songs to the lobsters in the tank, both of which I find completely adorable, so it makes my day.
Sigyn says the label means these fruits speak French.
“Bonjour Monsieur Banane! Vous avez l’air très ensoleillé aujourd’hui. C’est un jaune très flatteur.”
“Don’t worry, apples.”
“The new crop will be coming in soon, but I’m sure someone will buy you before then.”
The store is decorated with semi-locally grown flowers today.
Sigyn wants a boost so she can reach up and make the snapdragons actually snap.
They’re really pushing this sausage. I wonder how hot it is?
And if the humans would notice if I slipped it into their recipes?
Sigyn thinks this wine’s goat label is cute.
Nice horns, I must admit.
More goaty stuff:
Fig and black pepper goat cheese? That sounds just like the frou-frou sort of thing the humans would eat. I bet they actually buy some.
“Miss Peony, you’re sure looking cute!
“Your ruffly dress is a beaut!
“I certainly think
It’s a nice shade of pink!
And real comfy to sit in, to boot!”
My sweetie the poetess, ladies and gentlemen.