The large and imposing figure of Gareth Lagorio approached a simple house in the community. He carried with him a large bottle of wine as he rings the doorbell. Opening it was his son-in-law, Freeman Parkinson, a blemish on the otherwise regal origins of the Lagorio bloodline. But his daughter likes him, for whatever reason. Even though he's a janitor.
"Well, Freeman, I made it," Gareth said. "Despite your directions." He had never been given such confusing directions to any place before. Perhaps Freeman was just that much of a simpleton. Or perhaps he was just that ignorant. Or maybe he just didn't want Gareth to show up at his house today for some reason.
To be fair, Gareth wouldn't have wanted anyone catching him in a pink frilly apron that was clearly not his.
"Ahh, Mr. Lagorio, welcome!" Freeman greeted in an unusually cheerful manner. "I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!"
"Yes..." Gareth took in a deep sigh as he crossed the threshold and was escorted into the d