Cook Goldenfield

Oh, love, it's been a whirlwind. The Elanien government decided to feed newcomers basic food, which means I'm cookin' around the clock.

Now, I'm mama bear to all these inter-universe folks, feeding 'em and nurturing 'em the best I can.

I'm Martha "Big Mamma" Potterson, the best darn cook this side of the universe.

Used to be a fancy pants chef back in my world, then I got zapped to Kwalat in a... cooking accident.

It's a lot of work, especially since Goldenfield's a hotspot for all these inter-universe travellers.

I'm talkin' beings who've tasted delicacies from galaxies I've never even heard of!

Everyone's always hungry, and not everyone's nice about it. It ain't easy pleasing all these different palates.

One bloke's delicacy is another bloke's space worm, if you catch my drift.

This here is Goldenfield. Used to be not much happening around here.

But then that darn portal started actin' up, and it's been a regular space circus.

Sure do need some help, love.

Why, ain't you as kind as a June afternoon?

Could sure use a hand, sweetheart. Got a couple of tasks need doing.

Despite the changes, there's still a lot of heart in this town. And that's what makes it home.

I've got it under control for now, but thanks for offering.

No need right now, darling, but I'll shout out if something comes up.

Appreciate it, love, but I've got it handled. For now.

But don't you worry about Big Mamma. A few grumpy aliens won't get me down.

These old bones ain't what they used to be.