Quite so, when a kettle, or even more so, a copper, in past centuries, was often a good way to cook & even to reheat deliciously moist, satisfying, economical & nutritious soup that fed everybody in the family plus friends as well.
Waiter! There is a NRL grand final ticket in my soup!
Oops, sorry, ma'am. That should have been one for the AFL grand final.
Waiter! There's a model of the Sydney Opera House in my soup!
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
Oh I am most dreadfully sorry, madame, it was given to you by mistake, when we should have given you a model of the neighbouring Toast Rack building, containing the croutons to go with your kangaroo tail soup.
Waiter! There is a winged Melbourne tram in my soup!
@Courtenay: Oops, sorry, ma'am. That should have been one for the AFL grand final.
Hmmm, perhaps you're being invited to a cricket game?
Waiter! There is a small blue ox in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
I'm sorry, Sir, a child at the next table is playing with plastic toy animals, and accidentally threw it towards your table.
Waiter, there's a mirror in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Our pleasure, & I hope you find it most useful! A mirror is one of those items that are often necessary, but are seldom around when you want one.
Waiter! There is a small torch in my soup!
Madam, you ordered a light meal.
Waiter, there's a pair of spectacles in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
All the better for you to read the words in the alphabet soup you ordered from the menu.
Waiter! There is a carved depiction of a lion in my soup!
Yes, madame. You ordered stone soup and we use high-quality, carved stones for our soup.
Waiter, there's a library card in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Yes, of course there is! It is a Welcome to the district, waterproof library card. This is our Municipal Council's initiative, when we are proud of how much of local heritage is available for residents & visitors to see, the wide range of sporting & cultural interests & our well-run local services and amenities, information about all of which can be found in our well-stocked library.
Waiter! There is a boomerang in my soup!
Indeed, Sir. It is a token to allow you to *Return* your soup bowl for a free refill.
Waiter, there's an emerald in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Thank you for calling it to our attention, ma'am. You may be asked to give a statement to a police officer as another patron reported the theft of an emerald necklace earlier this evening.
Waiter, there's a teapot in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Oh dear! I'm so very sorry. You see, it's quite strange: from time to time odd things turn up in our rabbit stew--teapots... teacups... playing cards... why, once there was even a lovely gold pocket watch!
Waiter, there's a tree in my soup!
"We shall all, in the end,
be led to where we belong.
We shall all, in the end,
find our way home."
- The Beatryce Prophecy by Kate DiCamillo
Congratulations, madame! You can take it home and plant it for shade.
Waiter, there's a bucket in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
No, your soup is in the bucket! We pride ourselves on our huge portion sizes!
(I can actually see the cheesy restaurant commercial for this. )
Waiter, there's a cough drop in my soup!
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Proud to be Sirya the Madcap Siren