Speaking of birds, these cuties were all over the place, singing and scavenging for food.

“Behold! These ancient hieroglyphics once carved in stone on something they called “tweeters” who knows whatever that was? What could it possibly ever mean? Only god knows at this point. Lost forever to the annals of time”

I mean “okay, yea, for sure—glad you finally got there—but, not gonna lie, I still don’t really want you watching my kids, bro.”

Like okay, sure.

But also… nah. No. That’s a negatory, bro.

I feel like it’d be wildly controversial/subversive for liberals to have a story where an ex-lovecraftian cult-member—who’s been working for years to raise Cthulhu from the deep via piles of human-sacrifice—finally says “oh, maybe this whole Eldritch-horror god-thing is maybe kind of bad, slightly”

It’s used for koshering meats, not that the salt itself is “kosher” or not.