Words of the Constant
The real treasure is the extra storage space.
Hmmm, something does not feel right about this...
Someone or something does not want me to tree-spass.
A growing tree should eat well!
Smells like roasting vegetables.
It is ready to harvest.
Hm. Minerals and fiber.
A fine young sapling.
First we plant, then we harvest.
What dish could accomodate a fork of that size?
Someone must have really lost their marbles.
Manmade masticators.
He doesn't seem trustworthy to me.
I know of no recipe that calls for this.
You'd look so sweet in your own little garden.
I could still use this for measuring.
What is your angle, mon ami?
What is your angle, mon ami?
A pity.
What could be inside?
It's having a hard time staying upright.
I'll hum my own tune.
You scratch my back, I scratch yours, non?
No kitchen is complete without one.
This would be handy if I had a roast to make.
This seems shoehorned in.
I think Mme. Wickerbottom had a cat.
It's not a very pleasant smell.
Who hurt you, sweet tuber.
I don't have much to hang up anymore.
A little, tiny rook.
A little, tiny rook.
Some things can't be undone.
It looks all knight to me.
It looks all knight to me.
I see right through this sort of stuff.
It wouldn't go with my look.
I know better than to mess with this.
Whatever was inside is gone now.
Oh dear, how spooky!
How ominous.
I don't want that near my eyes.
It must be so lonely.
Somewhere there's a lawn that misses you.
Mm. Escargot.
I'm not going to mess with it. It seems dangerous.
How cute.
What a fun little toy.
Hm. Not edible.
You'd have to be a real dupe to think you could get that working.