It's easy to forget that the village isn't populated just with Asgardians - well, besides the occasional obvious alien Jane can spot here and there (is that one made of rocks?). There's something strange yet satisfying in knowing that they've made themselves at home to the point where it's not strange for humans and gods to work together, even with something as simple as running a grocery store. She follows Amelia's gestures as she points out areas of interest as they go, ships and shops and a healer's hall. Eir stands outside the latter, speaking with a young man who looks to be some kind of message runner, and Jane can't help but wave hello, relieved to spot somebody she recognizes at least in passing.

The bakery can be smelled long before it's seen, warm scents of cardamom and honey carried on the salty breeze, and Jane's stomach growls a little. "Sure, I could eat. I ate on the plane but I didn't bring enough snacks for the drive." Hardly the first time she's forgotten food, but at least most of the time it's because she's caught up in research, so she wouldn't even notice.

She steps in first, the scents of baked spices intensifying around her the moment the door swings open. It's fairly cozy inside the bakery, the display cases and counter taking up most of the lobby space, aside from the small set of café tables along the front window. Jane stops for a moment to admire the wide assortment of bread, and the sandwiches made in-house with such bread, before her attention turns to the pastries next to them. "Oh! I remember that one," she says, pointing at one of the Asgardian-style treats, a spiced sweetroll drizzled with honey and walnuts.