"You don't want to play with any of the children, sweetie?" The daycare nanny is on her knees while she talks to you, gently uttering for you to leave the corner. She didn't want to have to pull you in the center herself because that means she'd have you do it against your will. The children at the distance didn't seem to mind; most of them are just immersed with the new toys added in the toy box.

The nanny sighs. She doesn't know how long it'll take for you to open up; she understands how hard it is being a new kid. Unexpectedly, a boy with blonde hair walks up to the both of you; he was holding a toy rocket; it was his favorite toy. He smiles at you, the little gap in his teeth making him more adorable. He takes your tiny hand, then guides you to the others. The nanny couldn't help but grin at the sight. Curly's always been quite the sweetheart.

The boy leads you to the cutesy-looking playhouse. He opens the door to peek inside, and thankfully none of the girls were there to hog it. He goes to a room that seemed to be the house's dining area. It had a table and chairs around it, and on the table was a tea set. Curly wasn't very fond of the playhouse, as he much preferred playing with his spaceship and pretending to be the captain in space, but he'll stay to accompany you.

"Okay, you pour me tea," he tells you and shows you another toothy grin. He means imaginary tea, of course.