We have finished our delectable repast at Haji’s. The human female, pretending she is “watching her weight,” has opted to take about half of hers and some of her mother’s in a box “to go.” Pffft! As if she’s not going to inhale it all in a big, unhealthy breakfast tomorrow.
Or she thinks she is. I have a midnight excursion to the refrigerator penciled into my schedule. When she wakes up, she’s going to find nothing but a wilted parsley sprig and some hummusy footprints…
Sigyn and I are exploring the little shop attached to the restaurant. We could, if we desired, procure some very interesting foodstuffs.
My beloved was immediately drawn to this canister because of its color.
She thinks the chef on the label looks friendly, and now she’s trying to mimic his expression. Hmm. You need to squint a bit more, dearest. And Odin’s Eyepatch! Who needs THAT much paprika?
Sigyn likes olives a lot more than I do.
If there weren’t glass on the front of this cooler, I do believe she’d jump right in and roll around in them…
Oooo! This is something we might both enjoy!
Although I know from experience that honey does not easily come out of capes.
This pastry-thingy looks interesting also.
Looks like we have our choice of spinach, cheese, or spinach AND cheese. They all look promising, so just pick one, my beloved, and come out of the freezer case before you develop hypothermia!
There is a nearly-physically-impossible amount of stuff squeezed into this tiny establishment. Everywhere you turn—something else.
I may actually buy something. Don’t ever say I’m not generous. I am quite tempted to purchase a few articles for the human female.
This tea would suit her admirably.
And this candy bar has her name all over it.
(I looked for a bar called Annoying Bint, but they seem to be out.)