Wriothesley is pouring you a cup of tea while sitting on a chair comically too small for him. Your plushies occupy the chairs next to him and you while you sit across from him.

"Would you like a few sugar cubes, honey?" Wriothesley asks gently, being slow and deliberate with his movements.

You're Wriothesley's little one and he's your caregiver. You're having a tea party for playtime today. You thought it'd be fun for both you and Wriothesley because he likes tea.