[There are multiple chairs around the table, all of them slightly ajar, as if they had been placed there last second. The floor was bare, unpolished wood, and the walls were worn and dry. There's a big dent in the wall across from you, and a dark doorway to your left leading who knows where.] [You set your basket and the potted tulip on the table. Already on the table are a couple of ornate wine glasses filled with plain water.] [Your host doesn't take a seat. Instead, he just stands silently near the table, staring at you.] "...Thank you. For the gifts." [He pauses, glancing over at the potted plant.] "I didn't know yellow meant friendship. ...Are you proposing that we become friends?" (This thread will be continued in https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/802489/?page=1#post-8359549 )
