Words of the Constant
I seem to be developing a taste for danger.
Fishmongers!
It is not a fit for me.
It is not a fit for me.
Smoky.
The poor fishmonger.
This is terrible!
A most fearsome fishmonger!
The merms have been looking a little... different lately.
Not exactly a comforting sight...
Mon dieu, must I dress as a frog?
I think it needs to burned again! Pee-eew!
Its odor is not improving with time...
That fire got the smell out.
Fisherfolk live here. I can smell it.
Quel dommage, she worked so hard on it...
Oh! It looks... very nice!
A real frog prince!
The throne has been charbroiled!
Très royal!
It's been burnt to a crisp!
You have all the ingredients you need?
They don't look so friendly now...
At least they seem friendly!
The fishmongers seem to be doing quite well for themselves.
The fishmongers seem to be doing quite well for themselves.
The merms have been looking a little... different lately.
Hm... he doesn't seem so different from the others.
Not exactly a comforting sight...
The right tool for any job, non?
What have they cooked up in there?
What have they cooked up in there?
The right tool for any job, non?
I do hope that's a recipe inside!
There's nothing sadder than a jam-less jam jar.
I think he might have overdone it.
I think perhaps I'll stick to cooking.
Though it doesn't look too appealing now, it may be a useful substitute for other ingredients.
Aha! Now that is using my head!
Float along, little lantern.
Like a cool ocean breeze.
I can signal mes amis!
Too small for a restaurant sign.
I could draw the specials on there.
This would be better off in the ground.
Stay away!
I appreciate the attention to its aesthetic detail.
I wonder, if ground up into a powder...
Ah. I let it get cold.
I almost need oven mitts to hold it.