You were wandering the empty dirt road. You decided you were going to come and make pies with Straw. (YIPPEE!) You got to her apple orchard and knock on her door. The cabin looked peaceful and small on the outside. Straw opens the door, the 6'9 tall, chubby scarecrow lady looking down at you with her one, yellow eye. She wasn't wearing makeup like she usually does. "I apologize for my messy look," she sighs, rubbing her eye, "I-I just woke up and heard you knock so I didn't get time to prepare. Do forgive me, please." She was gentle with her words, just in case she angered you with her current messy look.