"Good," Angrboda nodded, glad to hear that he hadn't been completely ruined by this world. "Alright, I'm not really here to chat and catch up today, just letting you know I'm keeping an eye out." From her pocket she drew out a business card and passed it to Hel, the one that was supposed to have hands.
Hel looked at the card with a small frown of confusion, tilting it so that both her brothers could also see it. It was for a butchery in Brooklyn and had the name Ylva Gull written below it.
Angrboda pointed at the card. "That's my shop. I know you're hunting in a forest not far out of the city, but if things get scarce in the winter then drop by."