You will doubtless be relieved to know that, thanks to my quick thinking and my magic, we escaped becoming Tyrannosaurus Chow. We are quite recovered now and back to poking among the imported oddments.
Well, now, this is interesting.
It would come in very handy at boring Midgardian dinner parties. I’m sure that, with a few sorcerous tweaks, I can have this little beauty spewing actual lava…
Where’s Sigyn?! Oh, no! Did she run afoul of more lizards—or more glassware?
Ah, no. I should have known. She has merely fallen under the spell of pure-buttery goodness.
We had tiny doggies the last two times, my love, do you recall? Perhaps it is the year for a more silvicultural repast.
What do you have there, Sigyn? Sigyn? Uh, oh. Sigyn has become mesmerized, dazzled into tonic immobility by the prospect of a full pound of sugar, glucose, red dye and cherry flavoring…
I wonder how far that beast would s t r e t c h? I’m thinking about four feet, if the atmospheric conditions were right and the pullers were motivated by a promised reward of chunks of ursine goo..