Wait a few seconds.
At this the old man cracked a toothy smile.
The door opened, and a grandmotherly figure appeared in the doorway.
Her metallic appliqued kitten sweatshirt gleamed brightly in the
hall's light. "But come on in! We just made some cookies. Just
the thing to go along with tales of death, gloom and the
Apocalypse!"
Bemused, you follow Lisa and Carter into the
tree.
"Ahh, Carter..." Rose muttered in thinly veiled disgust,
"...you know you saw and enjoyed all the same Python reruns we
did."
