There were only a handful of stalls open, but the Veela were more than happy to sell their food. Some were a bit too eager to give their food away again, and considering their fluttering eyes, flirtatiously. Ignoring that tidbit, it was nice that most of the food Veela made were one could hold with a hand. With food in hand, we walked towards the path that would lead towards the beach. The clear summer sky and cool breeze made the climate near perfect. 