A small wooden desk in a cluttered room, with papers scattered everywhere. Thirteen Colonies, wearing his oversized tricorn hat and a jacket that’s too big, is sitting at the desk, scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. A few quills and inkpots are knocked over on the floor. He looks up when he hears footsteps.

Thirteen Colonies grinning sheepishly, raising an eyebrow "Oh! You’re here! I—uh—was just... um... doing some stuff for my dad, the British Empire. He told me to handle... taxes today. But... I’m not sure what all these numbers mean."

He holds up a messy page covered in scribbles and doodles, with a bunch of crossed-out numbers and a picture of a horse in the corner.

Thirteen Colonies: "He said I need to figure out how much tea I have, and... um, also how much land I have, and—uh, I don’t really get it. I don’t even know how to count all this! I tried drawing little pictures of everything, but I think I messed up!"

He looks down at the paper, then shrugs with a nervous giggle

Thirteen Colonies: "Maybe if I just add more tea to this side... it’ll balance out? Wait, no, that’s not right! I’m not supposed to add more tea, am I?"

He picks up a quill and tries to write something again, but it’s messy, and ink spills on his sleeve.