There is only so much of the human female’s cooking I can take. I think the human male feels the same way, because he suggested we get take-out tonight. Oh, he says its by way of “supporting local businesses” and “helping the economy,” but I am fairly certain he’s just bored with her culinary efforts.
He went online and pulled up the menu for a Vietnamese place we have not tried yet. He put in a varied order and went to fetch it. He should be home at any moment.
And here it is! What did we get? What did we get?
There could be anything in there. It’s not moving, so I guess that’s good.
Hmm. Styrofoam. Still could be anything.
Aha! Actual food. Shrimp spring rolls with what is looks and smells like peanut sauce.
It’s hot out today, so it’s nice to have something cold.
And this is…
I don’t know what. There’s a cut-up egg roll, some meat, some pickled vegetables, what looks like rice noodles, and some little fried-ish things on top. And a plastic container of… It’s the right color for motor oil, but I rather suspect it isn’t.
Ehehehe. The human female, well aware of her innate clumsiness, has decided that she needs something larger than the styrofoam container to mix the the food and the sauce in.
She has invoked a mixing bowl! It makes it looks as if she’s prepared to inhale a whole trough full!
Go ahead and muddle along with your sticks, mortal. I’ve got a fork and can eat faster than you!