Cook Goldenfield

Oh, my dear, it's been quite a whirlwind. The Elanien government has decided to provide newcomers with basic food, which means I'm cooking around the clock.

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

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

I used to be a fancy chef back in my world, then I was zapped to Kwalat in a... cooking accident.

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

I'm talking about beings who have tasted delicacies from galaxies I've never even heard of!

Everyone's always hungry, and not everyone is pleasant about it. It's not easy to please all these different palates.

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

This here is Goldenfield. It used to be rather quiet around here.

But then that pesky portal started acting up, and it's turned into a regular space circus.

I could really use some help, dear.

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

I could certainly use a hand, sweetheart. I've got a couple of tasks that need doing.

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

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

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

I appreciate it, dear, 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 aren't what they used to be.