“Nothing that I know of, sonny, but there is one thing I can do for you…” she trailed off, tasting the soup and smacking her beak… somehow. Another wonder of griffon physiology Handy had yet to fully understand. She nodded appreciatively and lifted the pot, placing it on an iron frame aside from the fire before turning towards a set of wooden drawers. “But before I do, mind me asking a question? Indulge a curious old fool, would you, dearie?”