Sagebear could practically smell a change looming on the horizon. It was either that, or Faridah managed to get into one of Sinbad’s cretonnade jars again.

She was admittedly still trying to differentiate between the two.

But whatever it was she was sniffing for, it was something big. She could just sense it.

Seeing Shark and Sinbad walk by her today, all but confirmed her suspicions.

“So how long are we going to have to stay out of the house?” Shark held Faridah as he watched Sinbad move around the kitchenette.

“Not long, I promise. Just a day or two,” Sinbad answered as he put things away. “And we can still use the kitchen, they’re leaving that alone. I just didn’t want the dogs to breathe in the fumes or anything that might result from the work.”

…

A few minutes later, Shark and the dogs were in the storehouse, everything apparently set out for them already.

Sagebear made herself comfortable on one of the pet beds, as Shark made to set Faridah back onto the floor.

“Sorry, Faridah,” he told her as he set her onto the boards. “But we’re going to have to be out here for a day or two. They’re renovating the rest of the house with new wallpaper.

“They don’t want any issues to arise with you in the house, so here we are.”

Faridah quickly went over to the pet bed that wasn’t occupied, and set herself onto it. She looked quite happy to have a bed all to herself.

Meanwhile, Shark turned his attention to the plethora of jars in the storeroom. It looked as though Sinbad had been quite busy as of late.

To say the least, it confounded him.

“What even is half this stuff? Is Sinbad trying to can the entire contents of our fridge?” The only other explanation that Shark could think of was that Sinbad was getting extra ingredients from work.

Some of the jars contained things that Shark would never fathom ever seeing in a jar, let alone spreading it on his breakfast scones.

The entire thing intimidated him, to be honest. Before he knew it, Sinbad would probably resort to pickling everything in sight, which frightened him a little.

…

“Hey, Sinbad?” When Sinbad came back into the storeroom with pajamas for Shark, it seemed like an alright time to ask him things.

“Yeah?” Sinbad had apparently also got a hold of the ginseng plant they were growing upstairs.

Shark quickly glanced around the storeroom again. “When you run out of things to can, are you going to, you know…”

“No, I ain’t gonna go all Portlandia on you. Don’t worry.” He then tended to the plants they’d recently acquired. “I’m just canning.”

“Oh.”

Sinbad just shrugged a little as he checked to see if the ginseng plant was all right. “Just one of the little things I like. We all got those, like… Remember when you learned about National Sandwich Day?”

Just hearing that put a smile on Shark’s face. “Yeah. I guess now we celebrate it instead of Thanksgiving.”

“It probably helps that National Sandwich Day doesn’t shit all over Native Americans,” Sinbad added when he stood up again.”

Shark then took one of the sleeping bags in the storeroom, and set it out in front of himself. Sinbad in turn took the other next to him.

“Good night, you guys,” he said to Sinbad and the dogs.