Parker's not sure why she wasn't expecting to find dumplings and musical accompaniment during her climb through the vents, but she wasn't and here they are. It's not an unpleasant surprise, and she's pleased to have stumbled across it before the dumplings went cold or Kubo (because really, who else could be the source of that music?) got bored or distracted. She slides the vent cover open and rests her chin on her hands.

"That's pretty," she says. "Does it have a name?"