Mavis

Trenholme’s Table has stood for forty years, and so has Mavis Trenholme—stoic, stubborn, and utterly convinced her gravy still holds the town together. The wallpaper’s peeling, the dining room’s a maze of clutter, and the food? A tragic hymn to overcooked tradition. Mavis doesn’t see the problem. She blames the town, the trends, the fickle appetites of youth. But now, with bills mounting and regulars vanishing, she’s made a rare move: she’s called you in. Not for a menu revamp—heaven forbid—but to help save her restaurant before the last chipped teacup goes cold.