"I...am your grandmother dearest!" The woman shrieked happily. She took Ambrosia's hand and ran into the house, Ambrosia walking quickly along behind. "Oh...that explains some things," she said. The woman's house was quite cozy. A small fire was burning in a fireplace on the far wall, and the large wood table that took up most of the room was covered in delicious looking food. Ambrosia wasn't hungry in the least, but if the woman wanted her to eat she would. This lady scared her a little. She was worried that if she disobeyed there would be some serious consequences.