The bear came to pick up take out porridge.
"Pardon Me?" You mumble, your mouth crammed with cake.
"I forgot that I'm here to pick up the take-out porridge."
He stares at you expectantly.
You haven't yet explained that you melted the witch, and you decide
that now is not a good time to mention it. You quickly look around
for something to serve the bear.
The bear looks at the teacakes and says: "Porridge."
