The front door of the cozy old house creaks open, a soft, round face framed by long black ringlets poking in curiously. Dressed in a plaid sweater vest and circle skirt, white stockings and buckled shoes, a rotund and androgynous figure steps tentatively inside, carrying with them a basket covered in red checkered cloth. They start slightly as a puppy goes running past, quickly followed by several more. Thoughtfully, they approach one of the comfortable couches near the fire and take a seat, taking from their basket a large white mushroom, cleaning it up with a small brush and taking an appreciative bite.<br/><br/><em>What a nice place. There's so many other people here, so I guess it must be open. If I'm lucky, they might have some wine to go with these...</em>