It is now midday-ish, and the humans are starting to make hungry noises. Since our party has encountered a group of friends, there are now seven humans to organize as to what to dine upon and where to do it. The human female has been enthusiasing prolifically about an eatery she found online. It has a huge menu! It has good prices! It has great reviews! It is mere blocks from the location of the pen show! It is only open until 2:00, so we had better get into our respective vehicles and skedaddle!
It is most emphatically not open today! Ehehehehe! I knew that and you didn’t! Try again, mortals! You will have to feast upon something else. And since you called the blue-haird goddaughter to meet up with you, you will have to re-direct her to whatever venue you choose.
(a short while later) So here we all are in a tiny diner that appears to specialize in bagels and other sandwiches. I think by walking in our group has doubled their daily clientele. Do you see something you would like to try, Sigyn?
While we wait for the food to arrive, everyone is pulling out their pen show purchases and comparing notes.
The human male and female seem to have been focusing on ink. These are the female’s choices.
The box with the illuminated manuscript design of a whale holds what is purported to be an indelible medium blue ink. Sensible choice, although there must already be fifty shades of blue in the house. The other bottle holds a very pale, girly shade of watery blue. The human male keeps asking the female if she’s sure she’s going to like it, because anything written with it is certainly going to be difficult to read. She is stalwartly defending her choice. No matter to me–I don’t have to use it.
The human male has bought green (upon which I am standing) and a shade of deep brownish-red called “Red Beans and Rice.” Sigyn is intrigued by the fancy wax seal.
The human male is sniggering as he places the next bottle before me.
“White Lightning”? Oh, I see. You are throwing Thor up to me again. Ha ha ha. Very clever, mortal. I note that this liquid is supposed to make stubborn inks flow more freely. Very well. You can be sure I’m going to “freely” a pen all over your pocket in the near future. Then we’ll see who’s laughing.
Some of the pen vendors hand out little trinkets in their booths. Today it seems to be stickers. I’ve got one that looks like a splat of the human female’s pale blue ink, which is sort of lame. Sigyn, however, has a fancy hologram one.
*I* want a fancy hologram one! Pout.
Wait! Why is everyone putting away the ink—? Oh. I see. The food is coming out. The males have mostly ordered meaty wrap-like objects. Sigyn and the human female appear to have ordered the most veggie thing on the menu. Vegetable cream cheese with lettuce, spinach, cucumber, tomato, sprouts, and avocado on a sesame bagel.
To judge by the rapturous noises they’re making, it’s quite tasty indeed, but I’m feeling peevish as well as peckish, so the human female can expect to have to fight every second to keep all the delicious ingredients from sliding right out of the bagel onto her shirt.
Now, where’s my gyro?