Since I am still bored, Sigyn and I are still poking about (carefully!) on the human female’s desk. There’s no telling what—or who—we’ll encounter.
Sleipnir’s fetlocks! What is this creature?! It’s all…spikey! Be very careful, Sigyn! It looks friendly, with that enormous grin and come-hug-me posture, but it has beady little eyes… I don’t trust it.
Wait! Um.. Sigyn?! Ack. Too late. She is far too trusting and will hug anything. If you so much as think of poking my sweetie, you bespined whatsis, I will blast you into next week.
Well, that turned out better than I thought it might. Sigyn remains unperforated. Come, my love, let us leave your new “friend” and see what else is here.
Sigyn is delighted! She loves tiny boxes. I think the red one held labels for microscope slides. The flowery one appears to have been folded out of paper. Go ahead and open it, dearest. I don’t think the human female will mind, And if she does, tough luck. If she’s not here to defend her clutter, she doesn’t deserve to have it.
Spangles! The human female collects them when she finds them lying about. This must be one of her stashes. Looks like some stars and a couple of balloons. You’ve hit the twinkly jackpot, my petal.
What on—? BAD hyena! NO BISCUIT! No, Sigyn, don’t look!!!
Disaster on the desk.