[A poorly-wrapped package arrived near the miller's house, where Hellboy had been staying in exchange for odd jobs. It was addressed to him, which was strange enough, but it was from someone named LLOYD, a name which meant nothing to Hellboy and aroused his suspicions even deeper.
The package's largeness and awkward shape wasn't that much of a bother for Hellboy, who picked it up and trotted off some distance away from houses, just in case there was something stupid inside that he needed to fight.
Of course, that's not what's inside at all: it's a kitchenette suitable for children, with real hinged doors but fake burners and a fake faucet, which is puzzling. Should he be insulted? He has no idea.
There's also a box of pancake mix, and Hellboy turns it over in his hands, frowning at the packaging as he stands next to the playset that gathers snow on top of its plastic countertops.] Weird.
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The package's largeness and awkward shape wasn't that much of a bother for Hellboy, who picked it up and trotted off some distance away from houses, just in case there was something stupid inside that he needed to fight.
Of course, that's not what's inside at all: it's a kitchenette suitable for children, with real hinged doors but fake burners and a fake faucet, which is puzzling. Should he be insulted? He has no idea.
There's also a box of pancake mix, and Hellboy turns it over in his hands, frowning at the packaging as he stands next to the playset that gathers snow on top of its plastic countertops.] Weird.