You enter the house and have a look around. A wonderful smell is coming from what you assume to be the kitchen. You head in that direction and enter the quaintest, most lovely kitchen you’ve ever seen. There is an elderly woman here with light grey hair, and a checkerboard apron on.
Without looking around, the woman begins to speak, “Come in dear. Please have a seat. The cookies are almost ready.”
You walk over to the table near the far end of the room and sit down. The woman opens the oven and pulls out a tray of delicious looking Snickerdoodle cookies.
“You must be hungry,” the kind woman says. You consider it for a moment, and indeed, you are pretty hungry. The woman hands you a cookie and you begin to eat.
“But of course, you’ll want something to wash that down with,” says the woman. She opens the fridge. “I’m sure one of these beverages will satisfy you. We have Raspberry Lemonaid, Blueberry Juice, or Iced Green Tea. Which would you like dear?”