Flake it until you make it.
There was an all-you-can-eat pizza restaurant right off my college campus. It closed for a half hour every afternoon so college kids wouldn’t come in for lunch and stay until dinner.
That’s Twiggy the Water-Skiing Squirrel.
Týr is foretold to be consumed by the monstrous hellhound Garmr during Ragnarök. This is long after the wolf Fenrir bites off his hand (hence the metal glove.) Tyr is not a dog person, clearly.
Next he‘ll rebroadcast a major league baseball game with implied verbal consent rather than express written consent.
“Help me Odie-wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.”
“I find your lack of lasagna disturbing.”
Some great YA novels are thin, watered-down Tolkien.
Remember that the settlers weren’t buying New York City; they were purchasing an undeveloped piece of property. Other people since then have had to spend quite a few billions/trillions on improvements to make it what it is today.
“And here’s the pitch…”