Bog witch Bernadette Moran Cacca drags her mother, shapeshifting humanoid turkey vulture Carla to her hangout spot for some grub, hoping to treat her to a break from all that carrion.

Of course, the old bird finds a way to ruffle feathers:

“This fish is too fishy. Tell the waiter to bring me another one.”

“I’ll ask for a steak then…well done.”