From chaosreactor
I put the pickles in the jar. These pickles are mighty tasty. She puts the jars inside the cupboard. We watch them settle in the brine. I wave hello to the pickle jar. She knits the jar a sweater. I tell her, "No! Don't coddle the thing!" She knits one anyway and throws a tantrum. This has absolutely nothing to do with Mercie, who is infinitely awesome.