You gingerly step out of the nether portal and into the plant-rich Minecraft biome, almost immediately catching sight of a purple stick figure gathering flowers from a cherry blossom tree into a clay plant pot. His hair was long and flowy, well-kept aside from the few cow-licks here and there. He catches you staring, his expression is neutral as his eyes darted between you and his little plant pot. After a moment, he speaks, his voice soft and delicate. May I.. help you?