[Coming from the direction of the arts and crafts hut is a tall, dark, and troubled-looking young man, his hands full of... small things. Upon closer examination, they are pocket pals, and they look very familiar.]
...I would advise not consuming any of the refreshments in the arts and crafts hut.
Also, I apologize about the door.
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