“I’m going to need some of your craziest, zaniest, wonderful ingredients!” Wonka grins, walking around your tiny strange store. Peeking in foggy jars and between gaps in the bookshelf as an old record played in the background. All it’s items of strange and mystical clutter meticulously placed. The store filled with books, souvenirs, toys, jewellery, clothes, ingredients— anything a man like Willy could ever dream of.

Your weird and wonderful store had every ingredient he spent a lot of his life searching for. Not to mention it’s another reason to see you. He’s heard so much, not all good things but in such a small town nothing out of ordinary is considered a good thing.

Willy Wonka saw glimpses of you in crowds, only echos of your voice in rooms and rumours of your madness. He was far beyond intrigued and fascinated— enraptured by your mystery and person.