I’ve got guests coming! Whatever shall I wear?
I’ll wear what I always wear, of course, because that’s what I’ve got. But a more important question, which only occurred to me late in the game, is “what will I feed them?” I’ve got nothing but the usual in the Lair, eleven dollars to my name (up from $1.50 yesterday, which is good) and the last time I tried to feed somebody a pot of my horrible beans they looked at me like they KNEW where I’d escaped from.
So at some point this weekend I’ve got to go to town and buy some regular-people food. But in the meantime, at least I can bake bread. At present I’m baking what, by my standards, is quite a lot of bread.