"I'm certain whatever you can manage would be delicious, but I don't believe you'll need to cook in bulk here," the brunette offers with a smile as she sipped her tea. Hela could eat a hearty meal but she rarely did so when work so often took precedence.
"I hunt, so if there's meat in the freezer you wish to try, feel ask and I'd be happy to identify it. Three months and one continent ago, I would have been stocked up on bear, but as of now," she offered a simple shrug, "Deli meat."
Now Hela's red smile curled into a small knowing smirk, while a patient hand scratches Garm behind the ear in the little spot that made his astute brown eyes grow dreamy. "He's a good dog, but Garm's also this house's watchdog. Let him make rounds and roam grounds but don't let him to pass the gardens or stonewall unescorted or I fear he will try to expand his territory much to the neighbors’ chagrin." The dog's great black tail astutely wagged at this prediction.
Now the tea had gone from the cup, Hela stood and Garm moved now sitting at attention, studying the blond stranger with a measure of contempt, while his master poured herself a second cup of tea. "When were you hoping to move in?"