“The Kitchen!” Viola chirped. “We can take it to go if you prefer. I don’t think you need to stick around to eat.”

Viola led the way to said kitchen, where they had a counter top and stand where they could order. The menu largely focused on local delicacies, but there was some options for stuff closer to home. “I’m actually kinda fond of the meatballs with lingoberry jam. That jam really does go with everything.”