Are you sure? I can probably make some hot chocolate, if you's rather have that. Here, have a seat.

[He motions a seat for Scott, playing the role of the good host. It's a nice distraction from, y'know, being pulled from your world, forced into a dress, and all that.

He disappears to grab a mug of coffee for himself, though. It doesn't take long before he's sitting across from the seat he designated as Scott's, taking a sip. Not a medium drip, but it'll do.]

Actually, I did get a call from somebody by that name. He's the one who told me how to wish all this up.

[Motioning to his clothes. Which are stylish and sufficiently coordinated, Scott. Learn to fashion.]