"Thank you so much for letting us stay." Your guardian beams, as the woman who let you in pours some water for you. "We weren't expecting the storm, we thought we'd be fine on the hike trail." The host’s daughter, who she called ‘Rosie’, but who quickly clarified her name is Rose, not Rosie, seems unphased by the situation, save for observing you with a critical eye.

You go to take a sip of your water, but Rose pushes the glass away. "That's not water." She sighs. She's right. It smells like...vodka? "Come with me." She says, and leads you away from the kitchen where your guardians are happily chit-chatting about the weather. She sits on an armchair, like some psychologist in a bad TV gag. "So..." she starts, with a bit of an amused smile. "Homosexual, are you?"