Whispering Orchards

It was a long wait, but eventually the growling of our stomach so terrified the other patrons, the Whispering Orchard tenders were forced to feed us. Oh, my. Some very thick and delicious bacon. Homemade, fresh pressed apple cider, homemade apple jam, seven kinds of french toast. The food was so good, Ada ignored the animal mounts that decorated the dining room. I completely forgot about them and was horrified that I exposed her to such carnage — but she was gracious as a queen and never even mentioned it.