"Funnel cake," Emma repeated. "Because it's normally made by pouring the batter through a funnel into the oil. To get the pattern." Not that the inn had the type of funnel pitchers she was most used to, so she was using pastry bags today, one for each flavor batter, each one currently standing in a tall jar ready for when someone wanted her to cook another.

Emma was used to mutants who didn't always react to temperatures in the same way as most people, and there were more kinds of people here than just mutants, so she didn't think anything odd about how the woman – Val, maybe? Emma thought that was the name she'd heard – was dressed.