"Pow!"
With a mighty bound, Hägar leaps over his terrified dog.
"Bam!"
The force of Hägar's landing sloshes some water from the wine glass on the table in front of him. With a grin he takes his seat and surveys the meal of indeterminate beige lumps before him.
"With his sense of smell..." Helga says to no one in particular, as she stares off into space, while behind her Hägar greedily devours the food, "...I never have to say 'Dinner is served'!!"
Is this a source of pride or vexation for Helga? Her expression seems neutral, perhaps it is just a fact that she feels compelled to announce to the world at large, of no particular importance.
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