Ylva's grin is broad and genuine, because she remembers the delight of doing such a thing for the first time, and also she just learned a very interesting piece of information.

"Oh, you're dating Magne," she says, knowingly. "I met her. I like her. Okay. I'll look for something, but I can't promise anything since I don't know where to look for everything here yet. Some shoots or some fiddleheads, though. Do you know how to cook fiddleheads?"

Ylva cannot cook, true, but she knows to do things like "boil this in water and then throw away the water to make it safe to eat."