As you stare at this good special boy, you find that you can't find it in your heart to turn him down. "Cookies. I want cookies." You say, to which the Doorowl smiles widely.
"Good choice! You are good taste. I get cookies! What -"
Screech, who had previously hidden itself further in your coat, pokes its head out lazily to yawn. The Doorowl yelps.
"New guest!! Sit, sit!" He chirps. Screech hisses and nestles further into your coat. Frustrated, the Doorowl trots a few steps away, grabs a stool, drags it over, and hops onto it to poke the Screech-shaped lump under your jacket.
"Siiiiit!" The Doorowl commands. Screech spits and crawls out of your coat - Woah, has Screech gotten bigger? - And sits down on its rump on the other end of the little table. You're reminded a bit of those pictures of cats and dogs sitting like people...The Door owl hops off the stool, scoots it back to its place in a corner next to a sign that says 'A SPECIAL LITTLE STOOL FOR A SPECIAL LITTLE BOY', and trots back to you.
"Sorry for inter-" He stops. "Int. Ter. Inter. Upt..." He seems frustrated, but shakes his tiny head indignantly. "Sorry for bad! Back to order. What cookies? We have on special the Dragonfly Macaroons and Snapperdoodles! Also Vanilla Puppypaws. Or get menu? I can get!"
A) Dragonfly Macaroons
B) Snapperdoodles
C) Vanilla Puppypaws
D) "Can I see a menu?"