(Springy G stumbles down the stairs, yawning and rubbing Her eyes. She opens the front door just in time to see a large truck rumbling northward up the street.)
Ah, good. It's here, right on schedule.
(tries to drag an extremely large box through the doorway into the sun porch) Nnnope. (fetches utility knife from kitchen junk drawer and cuts tape on top of box, then reaches inside)
Okay, let's see what we've got here. One package weird weather, check. One package assorted seeds and bulbs, check. (smells milk chocolate and inhales deeply) Bag of Easter Bunny Chow. Rampant Geopolitical Silliness expansion pack? Oh, that's for Tiamat. She asked Me to order it for Her to save on the shipping. Okay game, I guess, but way too many wild cards.
(pulls out a pair of tap shoes)
-- Oh, dear.
(reaches all the way to bottom of box and pulls out a flute, a bass clarinet, a pruning saw, a pair of hiking shoes, a swim cap, and a dental appointment card)
Oh, dear. Someone is going to be busy this spring.
(starts gathering up stuff) Best of the season to one and all! If you need Me, I'll be in the living room working on My shuffles and ball changes -- because a tap-dancing goddess can't possibly make the world any weirder than it already is.