Happy October! It’s my favorite month of the year! And now it’s time for a scene change!
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And thus began a wonderful friendship.
Someone left the light on in the mirror room? :-)
(I also note that “we” glossed over Eleanor’s first encounter with silverware …)
Eating … fish and chips … with silverware?
HERETIC.
That’s like saying you don’t eat the fish with malt vinegar.
Silverware may or (rather) may not be your gold standard for F+C ;-), but fact is that panel 1 clearly shows that our protagonists did put it on the table. :-3 (As well as plates, for that matter.)
OMG, that’s like saying one eats pizza with silverware. Or chicken nuggets. Or cheese sticks. Or chicken legs/wings. Or pitas, kebabs, and skewers. Silverware in these cases are for what my oldest would term, “prissy”. Anyway, one of the best parts of eating greasy fish ‘n chips is licking your paws off afterwards, because it’s all like ‘omnomnom’ all over again.
I’m much more concerned about how she’s gonna be able to squeeze the lemon over her fish n chips! D:
It would seem that our favorite unturned Nemean Lion is realizing just how badly this turn of events is going to play out in the short term. No good deed goes unpunished, after all.
And a suggestion that Eleanor come with -them-.
“How long does it take to trim every tree and bush here into a cube?”
It doesn’t take any time at all! They’re “natural,” by which I mean “magic.” Wonderland is lousy with the stuff.
I’d say that trimming a “natural” treetraeder (as seen earlier) into a cube still takes a lot of effort and insistence …
Now I want some fish & chips!
We’re probably not going to see it, but I imagine it will be fun showing Eleanor how to use the bathroom. I imagine that the boys use a litter box unless they have a floor-toilet.
Everybody can breathe easy knowing that I am never going to go into detail about how mythical children (and adults) poop.
Thankyou Kory, I appreciate it.
That said, if my cat can use a “real loo” successfully, then so can a griffin.
Our cats use the toilet. (You tube claims enough instruction videos, with quite a few serious ones.) It IS possible to teach them to go there if you’re patient for about the three months it takes for them to always do the doo in the right loo. Visitors never believe us either, until they go into use it themselves and disturb M or S during their business. The dopes still try to bury it, so the rim needs replacing once it gets badly scratched.
….trying to teach them to flush is a Very Stupid Idea, though. Do not do it. You either have M, who freaks out at the noise, teleports away under the bed, and glares at you like you insulted his mom, or you have S, who finds that so cool he wants to do it again and again and again and again and again repeat all. (We have since got a top-flushing tank and always have a block on top of the flusher, so that problem has been solved.)
I imagine the public toilets have dozens of fixtures, and an instruction plaque twice the size of the one in “2001: A Space Odyssey.”
Or just use simpler, Turk-stlye squat-toilets without all the bowls. A ceramic hole that can flush. Probably compatible with more body types than not.
You have to wonder how exactly the dodos survived in a place like this, but questions aside I love how adorable this meal turned out to be. As a Wisconsinite, fried fish has a special place in my heart… and hardening arteries. Glad to see the Brits have the same spirit to their fish fry.
Panels 6 and 7
…Lorne is worried about Eleanor, isn’t he?
I generally trust that kind of intuition.
Roald…you’re not going to hurt her, are you?
Of course he is.
And no, he’s not. He’s afraid of someone’s WRATH if he does.
But that doesn’t mean he won’t accidentally hurt her emotionally due to him trying to protect his interests.
Here comes the Armor-Piercing Question.
“Why are others different?”
“Well, you’re way too young for that question, nor would I have enough time to ask you the questions required to determine what exactly you mean by that, it being revelation to you too in the end, but… I’m just going to say that because they are and it is important to decide how you come to handle that fact.”
i CANNOT get over how adorable happy baby Rupert is… I want to protect that smile forever ;0;
I love Antoine and Mary’s hug here! Gryphon hugs must be very soft…
Man. I really miss good fish and chips.
Yeah, the decline of print media has made the other part of the ritual pass.
The faint tang of newsprint on the greasy surface.
For some reason, my antivirus just blocked a trojan from the Gastrophobia site, which in in the links on this page…
The links to other comics on this page are hella old, and some have expired long ago.
29 Comments
And thus began a wonderful friendship.
Someone left the light on in the mirror room? :-)
(I also note that “we” glossed over Eleanor’s first encounter with silverware …)
Eating … fish and chips … with silverware?
HERETIC.
That’s like saying you don’t eat the fish with malt vinegar.
Silverware may or (rather) may not be your gold standard for F+C ;-), but fact is that panel 1 clearly shows that our protagonists did put it on the table. :-3 (As well as plates, for that matter.)
OMG, that’s like saying one eats pizza with silverware. Or chicken nuggets. Or cheese sticks. Or chicken legs/wings. Or pitas, kebabs, and skewers. Silverware in these cases are for what my oldest would term, “prissy”. Anyway, one of the best parts of eating greasy fish ‘n chips is licking your paws off afterwards, because it’s all like ‘omnomnom’ all over again.
I’m much more concerned about how she’s gonna be able to squeeze the lemon over her fish n chips! D:
It would seem that our favorite unturned Nemean Lion is realizing just how badly this turn of events is going to play out in the short term. No good deed goes unpunished, after all.
And a suggestion that Eleanor come with -them-.
“How long does it take to trim every tree and bush here into a cube?”
It doesn’t take any time at all! They’re “natural,” by which I mean “magic.” Wonderland is lousy with the stuff.
I’d say that trimming a “natural” treetraeder (as seen earlier) into a cube still takes a lot of effort and insistence …
Now I want some fish & chips!
We’re probably not going to see it, but I imagine it will be fun showing Eleanor how to use the bathroom. I imagine that the boys use a litter box unless they have a floor-toilet.
Everybody can breathe easy knowing that I am never going to go into detail about how mythical children (and adults) poop.
Thankyou Kory, I appreciate it.
That said, if my cat can use a “real loo” successfully, then so can a griffin.
Our cats use the toilet. (You tube claims enough instruction videos, with quite a few serious ones.) It IS possible to teach them to go there if you’re patient for about the three months it takes for them to always do the doo in the right loo. Visitors never believe us either, until they go into use it themselves and disturb M or S during their business. The dopes still try to bury it, so the rim needs replacing once it gets badly scratched.
….trying to teach them to flush is a Very Stupid Idea, though. Do not do it. You either have M, who freaks out at the noise, teleports away under the bed, and glares at you like you insulted his mom, or you have S, who finds that so cool he wants to do it again and again and again and again and again repeat all. (We have since got a top-flushing tank and always have a block on top of the flusher, so that problem has been solved.)
I imagine the public toilets have dozens of fixtures, and an instruction plaque twice the size of the one in “2001: A Space Odyssey.”
Or just use simpler, Turk-stlye squat-toilets without all the bowls. A ceramic hole that can flush. Probably compatible with more body types than not.
You have to wonder how exactly the dodos survived in a place like this, but questions aside I love how adorable this meal turned out to be. As a Wisconsinite, fried fish has a special place in my heart… and hardening arteries. Glad to see the Brits have the same spirit to their fish fry.
Panels 6 and 7
…Lorne is worried about Eleanor, isn’t he?
I generally trust that kind of intuition.
Roald…you’re not going to hurt her, are you?
Of course he is.
And no, he’s not. He’s afraid of someone’s WRATH if he does.
But that doesn’t mean he won’t accidentally hurt her emotionally due to him trying to protect his interests.
Here comes the Armor-Piercing Question.
“Why are others different?”
“Well, you’re way too young for that question, nor would I have enough time to ask you the questions required to determine what exactly you mean by that, it being revelation to you too in the end, but… I’m just going to say that because they are and it is important to decide how you come to handle that fact.”
i CANNOT get over how adorable happy baby Rupert is… I want to protect that smile forever ;0;
I love Antoine and Mary’s hug here! Gryphon hugs must be very soft…
Man. I really miss good fish and chips.
Yeah, the decline of print media has made the other part of the ritual pass.
The faint tang of newsprint on the greasy surface.
For some reason, my antivirus just blocked a trojan from the Gastrophobia site, which in in the links on this page…
The links to other comics on this page are hella old, and some have expired long ago.