By my fine pointy helmet, it was hard to choose what to eat! In the end, most of the party agreed to order different things and then perhaps “swap tastes.” I, of course, wouldn’t dream of sharing with anyone but Sigyn.
The Blue-haired Goddaughter opted for a salmon sandwich.
I was really, REALLY hoping the human female would ask for a nice big taste. One of these days I’m going to see her break out in that famous pebbly rash she’s always talking about…
Another of the party chose quiche and a cup of fruit.
Now see, this seems all backwards to me. Pie should have fruit in it (but NOT cantaloupe–bleargh!), not on the side, and eggs are not pie material.
The human female, out of all that marvelous menu, chose something she actually makes very well herself—French onion soup. Great Frigga’s hairpins! Doesn’t she know that dining out is for trying something different?!
The salad–excuse me, salade— had spinach, prosciutto, cranberries, asiago cheese, pear, and caramelized pecans, so that, at least, was a little adventurous.
We all saved room for dessert. The Blue-haired Goddaughter made sure she saved some room for strawberries Romanoff crêpes.
I was going to ask to try them, but le sucre en poudre est une bête à enlever de mon manteau.
Sigyn and the human female, between them, managed to consume this entire almond croissant…
And still have room to eat one or two of the beignets that someone else couldn’t finish.
Madame la femme humaine, vraiment vous êtes un petite cochon.