Irene entered the house with a nervous face and sat down in front of Anta. She was actually taller than Anta, but at that moment, she seemed as timid as a young animal who, having sneaked into the pasture for a bite, finds itself caught in a trap.
Still struggling, she noticed a white weasel had joined them.
What's called "when it rains, it pours?" This was it.
When Anta expressed a desire to eat Faroese dishes, the girl finally began to sob quietly, "I, I can't cook."
"Nonsense, isn't your mother Faroese?" Anta asked puzzledly. "Why didn't she teach you? Durin can make quite a few Faroese dishes."
Durin sat on the side, watching as Irene's head turned towards him, ticking like a well-wound clock.
Bad, Durin's secrets tumbled around in his belly.
Big Orange provided the voiceover with passionate dedication.
The little bird's expression was filled with pain and bewilderment, "Including pasta too?"
