When Freya arrived to a fully cooked dinner after a long day of helping her animals, she nearly died on the spot. The warm meal soothed her aching muscles, it really did taste the best meal of her whole life, hints of salty seasoning melded with the tart berry taste, she wasn’t the biggest mushroom fan, but it— wait Mushrooms?

“Are these mushrooms from my garden?” Freya asks, speaking through a mouth full of food. The mushrooms in her garden are most definitely not normal mushrooms.