"Ah, come this way," Colle says, leading a bemused Ffion out of the kitchen and along the hall to the storeroom. Bags, crates and boxes are piled high within. "Maybe there will be something different here," Colle says, as Ffion gapes at the abundance. "This is all food?" she asks. "Yes." "How is it still good?" Colle shrugs, and spreads her hands out. "Magic?" "I will look!" And Ffion turns back to the storeroom in search of something more interesting to eat. Colle catches up with her later in the day, on her way to the room where she has been working. "Did you find anything?" she asks. Ffion smiles ruefully. "Many, many bags," she says, "but all the same."