Triple ugh. If anything, it has gotten hotter. The humans are all drippy and wilty. They think it is time for lunch. Lunch someplace cool.
(later) What?! By my pointy little horns, these two have NO imagination. They have returned the SAME restaurant at which they ate yesterday, and have ordered the exact same dishes. Pitiful, that’s what it is.
Somewhat restored, we have all returned to the garden to see what other delights there may be.
Look, Sigyn! There is an (indoor!) exhibit of miniature trees. Come stand next to one for scale. I don’t really understand the mortal fascination with making things as small as possible, but I will admit it—this does look like a regular, large tree. Very well done.
The gentlemen at the entrance said we could vote for our favorites in the show, but this specimen doesn’t have a number. Oh, I see why. …
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