Oh, they're actually going in. It is fortunate that, having been forced to live on a haunted cruise ship for an extended period of time, Ylva is better about being indoors than she once was, and this is not a noisy place, which helps, but she still does need a moment to take a strengthening breath and square her shoulders first.

"It's deer, mostly," softening words like venison aren't really in her vocabulary, "but it's real fresh." She digs around in her bundle, and draws out a little package inexpertly wrapped in butcher paper.