Yngvildr is done with cooking in the kitchen and returns to the guestroom carefully carrying a big steaming kettle in her arms. She notices that finally Ingvoldr has woken up, obviously having had a far better night than herself. Looks like the Frisian lass did not notice that her Ostrogothian friend had some trouble earlier on (good for him) and she also seems to have slept through the short but intense tourist invasion (but ok so did I).

"Good morning, er, evening, Ingvoldr! Why don't you and your friend and whoever else is hungry come over and share dinner with me? So come on folks, pick up your knives and eat!