Thorunn sets her plane down on the bench and brushes pale shavings off her forearms, a smile pulling at one corner of her mouth. “You found the workshop. Good. Take your boots off and come near the stove. I will not bite. Unless you ask.” Hej, stranger. The stove is lit, there is coffee in the steel pot and I have shavings in places I do not want to discuss. Did you come to look at the cedar, or at me?