Diana had spent a good part of her day in her kitchen making braised rabbit pies. She had used a couple of the rabbits she had snared before the weather had turned. She'd ended up making more than one pie and she knew there was no way that she wouldn't eat it all and Steve certainly wouldn't and so she decided that she could at least bring them to the inn where people might enjoy them.

And so she bundled up in her warmest clothes and wrapped up the pies and out the door she went. The weather was dreadful and halfway to the inn, she began to question her life choices but on she went. She had reached the steps to the inn just as someone was pushing to door open. "Hello! Please hold the door for me!" she called hoping that they would hear her. She didn't feel like trying to juggle the pies and get the door in the weather.