Virginia looks rapidly thoughtful, the expression a younger mirror of one so often seen on the adult Potts when she's problem-solving. (Granted, her problems are generally of more import than soup.)]

I bet the restaurant here has soup. They said I can have whatever I want, so I can bring you some, I'm pretty sure.

[The feed shifts to show the ceiling of Callahan's for a few minutes and there's the sounds of youthful scampering and indistinct conversation in the background before Virginia pops back in again.]

There's ginger pear soup, which sounds weird, and it's a cold soup, which is even more weird, but I got to try a spoonful and it's actually pretty OK.