"Wel, you did come pretty far out," she allows. Number forty is all the way at the end of the eastern road out of the village. The only thing further is the springs. "Only thing out this way are the springs. You're lucky I'm a sucker for a furry face." She leads the way into the kitchen, then disappears off into the back mudroom, coming back with a covered bowl from the icebox. It's sans ice at the moment, but considering how low temperatures have been outside the last week, it's still doing the job.

"I can heat it up, if you've got problems with cold, too," is the amused offer that comes with a raised eyebrow as she lifts the bowl in one hand. "I mean, if I'm being generous. Wouldn't want you changing your mind, telling everyone in the village otherwise." Although some parties might not believe him if he told them this story, either.