The old lady was in the kitchen again making some sort of soup. From the smell it seemed to be beef, or just some sort of red meat. You could see a nice, tasty chunk of steak on the cutting board that's to be chopped up for the stew. She nods at you and serves you up a bowl of a very hearty stew and a warm loaf of bread, as well as a mug of boiled water. Compared to yesterday this meal was much more luxurious. No one seemed to be here yet though much of the tables were still dirty and stained from last night revelry. You could eat here, or try and find somewhere else to have breakfast.