Bide your time in the pot

I’m in hot water fer’ now but maybe Petra can spring me. Giants gotta turn his back eventually right?

You listen intently for any hints as to what’s happening outside as you bide your time in the pot.

Gods, it’s like a sauna in here.

You wave a hand in front of your face as the heat begins to make you sweat. Just as you hope begins to falter you hear the tremendous sound of giant footsteps walking away from you.

Oh thank the gods. He musta’ wandered off lookin’ for stew ingredients. Get me the hell outta here Petra.

From outside the pot you can barely make out the sound of shuffling. There is a gentle rapping at the side of the pot before you hear a creaky clicking sound. And then another. On instinct you surge out of the hot water and push the lid with all your might. It budges giving you a small crack to the outside world. You push again getting the lid halfway off and making enough room for you to life yourself out. Doing so you flop out of the pot onto the ground. Looking up your saviour speaks.

“That was close! Let’s make for the exit before he comes back.”

“No disagreements there Petra. Let’s get outta here.”