We’ve had a nice visit with the new neighbors, but it’s time to be heading home. It’s beginning to get dark early these days.
Sigyn, are you getting that creepy, “something’s watching me” feeling on the back of your neck?
Where did she___?
Munnin’s tailfeathers! Let go of my beloved THIS INSTANT, you cantankerous, carnivorous corvid!
Hang on, sweetie! Loki’s coming!
Whew! That was much too close for comfort! All right, Sigyn, let’s just go home and make cocoa–
FENRIR’S FLEACOLLAR! NOT AGAIN!
Get your freakish dwarven hands off my beloved, you big lizard, or I’ll Thera your pod into teeny, tiny, bony slivers!
That is NOT what I meant!
No time for witty insults! Just…
Are you all right, my love? I promise, that Saurischian menace will never bother anyone, ever again!
Let’s go home.
I think we need cocoa AND some cookies to go with–
I give up.