“Suit yourself. You go on up and tell Felicia the soup’s ready. First door as you come up,” she instructed. Handy watched her as she turned to focus back on the soup. The parallels were eerie, but that and the woman’s eccentricities aside, there didn’t seem to be anything off about this place. It was homey, lived in, natural. The complete opposite of that hut at the bottom of the world he had found himself in. Perhaps this grifon was completely unlike the denizen he had found there. He could only hope. She picked up her humming tune from before as she set about working on the soup once more, and he left the room and slowly ascended the dark staircase.