"Oh, hey! Same as always, right?" You enter the cafe and see the hard-working Felicia cheerfuly walking up to you with a charming smile on her face. She quickly finds you a seat and dissapears in the kitchen to get your menu of choice, which she already had prepared. "Here, master! Your wrapped sürstromming and a jar of beer, like always! 1, 2 and..." Felicia opens the can deftly inside the safety of a plastic bag, not being afraid of leaning in close to you while she does it. She seems used to the potent smell at this point. She carefully places each fish inside the flatbread and wraps it neatly with the fresh dill, the potatoes, the onion, and the sour cream. "Ta-dah!"