Just down the strip mall from the restaurant is a game store the humans have not visited before. It is clean, bright, and well-stocked with the latest board and card-based games. In short, a wilderness of temptation for the human male.
While he is perusing titles and planning how to spend some recently-acquired bonus money, Sigyn and I can also have a look around.
Sigyn is mostly drawn by cover art.
Do I need to buy you that one just so you can look at the birdies, my sweet?
Thor’s bitty ball-peen!
Can I go nowhere without running into my oafish brother’s likeness? Look! He and his stupid hammer are up there under the “ME”. I hope the rules for this game allow for the the bashing of him. If the box weren’t shrink-wrapped, I’d check.
The human male has made his selections and is ready to check out. Sigyn, are you ready to go–
Sigh. Twenty seconds! I took my eye off her for twenty seconds. Hang on, dearest. Loki’s coming.
There. Safe and sound. Dangerous jars of dice and games featuring my brother notwithstanding, this is a pretty nice store. What is it called, again? The Gaming Goat? What an odd name! And their little mascot appears to be possessed.
You look mighty cute up there, dearest. I’ve discovered, though, that if you press down on the base that caprine creature is standing on, it screams like the proverbial banshee. I think I’ll buy a couple and teach the Terror Twins how to activate them in the middle of the night. That ought to make the family’s visit a truly memorable one.