The human female’s mother (whom I very much like) and sister (whom I tolerate–she’s too much like the human female) are coming for a visit. This may be a good thing ( the mother cooks and is very kind), or it may be a disaster—there is sure to be more giggling than I can reasonably be expected to endure. I suppose I can always go to an inn if the silliness becomes too much.
They are both flying into the Big City to the West, so we have to go fetch them. It would be a long-but-pleasant drive if not for the human female’s tendency to moo at cows as we pass and point out every wildflower on the roadside. Are we there yet?
(Later.) We are now in the Big City to the West. We have a bit of time before the guests will touch down at the airport, so we’ve decided to get some lunch. Ever ones for something new, the humans have selected an Asian cafe in a strip mall somewhere.
A quick glance shows Korean, Japanese, Thai, and “British-inspired” dishes, and I’m fairly certain “haus” is German and “potage” is French. No telling WHAT any of these things tastes like.
Sigyn is in the mood for fries of some kind but can’t decide between sweet potato fries and tater tots covered in Korean beef and kimchi. You’ve tried kimchi before, love, and not liked it overmuch. Try the sweet potatoes.
I wasn’t aware that a) Koreans had wings and b) it was legal to sell body parts for consumption!
We have played it safe, eschewing various body parts. Instead, we have ordered a bowl of sticky rice with Korean barbecue, pickled carrots, cucumbers, and purple cabbage.
Poke, poke, poke. Sniff. Seems innocuous enough.
That was surprisingly tasty. And because I’m a helpful sort of fellow, I offered the human female a bite.
Now she can go breathe garlic all over her family.