A little
reluctantly, Raven approaches the dwelling. As he nears the cabin he
realises the reason it looks so odd - it is made entirely of
gingerbread.
“Your
house,” he says, “It certainly is unusual.”
“It is
what it is,” the woman tells him. “Now, you was goin' to tell
old Nan what's what in the Weave.”
“I'm not
sure I've much to tell,” Raven replies, looking at the cabin. “I
seem to be a little out of touch.”
“Hah,”
Nan laughs, “Aren't we all, little birdie, aren't we all? But you
must know which of the old shits has their way. Who's in charge of
it now?”
