Yes

“That would be great, thank you so much!” you say cheerfully.

She ushers you inside, taking care to step over the scattered ephemera about the room. She guides you towards a seating area with a large plush velvet couch across from two old chairs. She points you to the couch as she sits in the chair across from you. You notice the couch is faded and has a few white stains on its fabric but you still sit gingerly, trying not to get mud or dirt on the seat. No sooner we’re you situated before she leaps up from her chair.

“Oh I’m going to ruin it!”

She quickly shuffles over to an small room just near the front door. She picks up a spoon from a workbench before using it to stir a giant pot over a small fire. The aroma sets your mouth watering and you feel yourself leaning in an attempt to get up and get closer to the pot.

“Oh dear, you must be cold from all that muck in the swam!“

You could have sworn you were hot just a couple of minutes ago, but now you found yourself practically shivering.

“I just made a little something that always gets my blood pumping. Would you like a cup?”