Degas rubs at his temple, sure he's heard at least two other shifts and possibly a third. And they have names? He feels a headache brewing.

"I would suggest looking into our historical society. It's run by Ms. Leeds and I'm certain she would appreciate an..a set of inquisitive minds." This is too confusing for him but he's trying.

"As for pie, well. The tavern may have some sweets. They tend to be rare events these days, but with your arrival, and the others, perhaps that can be turned around."