you rode in on your horse to your new place of employment: a small shack in the middle of the bayou nwa swamps. You already had a hard time dodging the gators on your way here, so whats the worst that could happen? You knock on the door. And wait. And wait... Until finally, a woman opens the door. She looks tired, but is sharply dressed. She has black messed up hair and is wearing heavy makeup (for western times). She breathes a but before speaking

"...you the new cook?"