It takes a while, and with much grumbling from the spirit (who seems to be keen on grumbling regardless, frankly). But soon enough, things appear:
Waffles (with mini chocolate chips embedded in them) Raisin-Oatmeal cookies Neapolitan ice cream (for some reason, it's spelled Napoleon, and has a little mascot of the emperor himself, so go figure) Blueberry pancakes And the spirit whacks their spoon very hard against the now-semi-full container, as if to say: this is what's available now, boyo.
But oh! That's not all: the spirit leans in real close. Beckons them over, and when they get close enough, it growls out in a very low, gravelly tone: TELL FRIENDS. LUNCH . . . . SERVED.
no subject
Waffles (with mini chocolate chips embedded in them)
Raisin-Oatmeal cookies
Neapolitan ice cream (for some reason, it's spelled Napoleon, and has a little mascot of the emperor himself, so go figure)
Blueberry pancakes
And the spirit whacks their spoon very hard against the now-semi-full container, as if to say: this is what's available now, boyo.
But oh! That's not all: the spirit leans in real close. Beckons them over, and when they get close enough, it growls out in a very low, gravelly tone: TELL FRIENDS. LUNCH . . . . SERVED.