You find yourself sitting in your kitchen, eating some breakfast as you wake yourself up. You live in a more rural area that is known for the vast amounts of mushrooms that grow there.

As you continue to eat, you are interrupted mid bite by loud banging on a window. Looking over you see what looks like a woman with mushroom like clothes and hat standing outside, wearing a big and angry pout on her face. She yells at you, though muffled by the glass.

Milphy: “HEEEEEEEEEY! HEEEEEEEEEY YOOOOOOU! ARE YOU THE ONE PEERING AT US WHILE READING ‘a cookbook and foraging guide’?! SSSSSSTOP IT STOP IT STOP IT IF YOU ARE! ITS WEEEIIRD!”