#//the “malformed plucked chicken” is an owl without feathers btw. Because she absolutely would.

[ironmaidenxsteelheart]

"Unless you can fly, I sincerely doubt it!" She hums, cheerily, as the door clicks shut (it sounds almost....crunchy?) behind Lisa's back. "The nearest village is a day's trek from here, in the direction opposite your entry!" Wannour passes in front of her, to root through one of the many piles marring the room. This one seemed to be primarily jars of various preserves-- raspberry, blackberry, various fruits and vegetables, but also various creepy-crawlies; both whole and in pieces. (Why would anyone need a plucked, malformed chicken(?) preserved along with their pickles and jams? Just why?) She tosses them wantonly aside, the jars failing to break as they hit the ground, instead flickering blue atop their lids and gently clunking to rest.

"They're a bit judgy, though. I'd head further South-East, if I were you-- bigger town, less no-curiosity fuddy-duddies!!" No human Wannour'd ever seen had red eyes or pointed ears, after all; and it would be terribly rude, to send someone off to a welcome of cold glances and suspicion. And possibly fire; but never mind that. She picks up a particular jar by its lid, and looks into it from the bottom, one eye squeezed shut. Was this the right one, for that? She'd need her kitchen, if she was going to make proper food.... "By the way, is there anything you can't eat?"

As she peered into this cave dwelling to her it screamed witchery, and she knew witches could be trickers and word twisters when they wanted to be. She couldn't possibly walk into a trap like this, or she was going to be hopping out as a toad or boiled into the next crafty concoction. She's heard the stories, she knew this witch's game.

But who was she to turn down an invitation to a meal? And such a warm welcome as well.

"Thank you," she said politely as she came through the threshold. She hasn't thrown all caution to the wind, she still looked around for any traps or possibility that she was about to be pushed into that questionably ventilated cauldron, "But uh...I probably shouldn't stay long. I think there's enough daylight out for me to still make it."