"...Oh we're in a fun one. Okay. Goddesses. My life is already so fuckin' weird, this might as well happen -"

So Cecil, my man, come here for a minute. You know how everyone's been eating sweet potato with every meal lately? Everyone's kinda sick of sweet potato? Excited for the coming of spring so they can eat literally anything else? A bit up to here with these fucking yams? The giant bird lady is making sounds trying your food here that one might normally associate with, as a random, nonspecific example, ambrosia. Her ears are wigglin'. There are potato shapes forming in her gunpowder smoke.