Let us see what else is under the tree that isn’t marked “Loki” but which can be turned profitably to my use.
I am sensing a theme here…
The pencil matches the puzzle from yesterday. That’s cute, but how does one help with the other? It’s a fancy pencil, one that rotates the lead so that it is always worn to a sharp point. Clever. Bet I can “adjust” the mechanism for maximum mischief. Or, if not, a very pointy pencil makes a very good improvised weapon…
Ah. This has even more promise.
Blue ink! One of the human female’s fountain pens is currently filled with a very lovely but thoroughly misbehaving blue called Liberty’s Elysium. Misbehaving, because I nudged it with a trifling little curdle spell, which was just enough to make it clot up and stop writing in the middle of a sentence, which is hilarious–at least for me.
The human female admired this ink at some point in the past, so it showed up in her stocking. It’s a pricey brand, so that’s a good present. I won’t meddle with this one. I’ll see that it behaves in an exemplary fashion, with nary a blot. Note, however, that it was a one-off, made by Menteverde for the big stamp show in the realm’s capital this year. I’ll let the human female fall in love with it, then make sure no other bottle is ever available again.
Sigyn is in raptures over another of the human female’s presents.
I am the farthest thing from a needlework connoisseur, but even I can tell that someone took a lot of pains to make all of those tiny stitches.
There’s a little thumb latch, so it would appear that this is meant to open. What’s inside?
Just the most beautiful face in the whole world!
I shall create a diversion involving the felines and something chewable or smashable, and in the resulting confusion whisk this lovely mirror away where Sigyn can enjoy it and the human female can’t foul its glass with her ugsome visage.
Still playing by the Cat Rule: What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine if I can get it.