It’s still hotter than Muspelheim outdoors, the humans are working hard and often get out of the office late, and neither of them feels like cooking. It’s no surprise then, that “out” is often on the menu. With the students gone now, between semesters, it’s a good time to try one of the new eateries in town. I am enthusiastic, because I overheard the female utter the words, “Ban me.” I have good hopes that the proprietors will take one look at her ugly haircut, her unfortunate visage, and her table “manners” and I’ll get to see them toss her out of their establishment.
It’s a smallish cafe with a limited menu. Sandwiches feature prominently. The human male has chosen one that seems to involve meatballs.
Poke, poke, poke. Not sure what the green stuff is.
Sigyn says the female’s has “lemongrassy beef, pickled veggies, and ‘nummy’ pâté .”
That sounds…odd, but the bread is good. Nice and crusty.
This place is big on cold drinks, too, which is almost more important than food this time of year. The human female has selected a pineapple slushie.
The male has a mango smoothie. Not sure why the lid says “tea time”…
Some of the other drinks have what looks like a good handful of little balls in the bottom. Tiny grapes? Bubblegum? Ball bearing tea? I have no idea. I don’t trust it.
Well, the humans and Sigyn seem to be enjoying the food, but this has been a bust for me. No one has made any move to eject the human female.
One final note: the decor here is minimal. A colorful blackboard wall. A plant or two. An old-timey lantern. I’ve seen enough. Come on, Sigyn, let’s g—
Sigh. Hang on, sweetie, Loki’s coming. And then let’s leave, before we ALL get thrown out.