Riley barely caught the apron as it arced through the air at her head. She sullenly put it on. What could she do? She, however, didn't really understand what the apron meant. What was she even supposed to do? The questions were answered for her when a white object fell off the table and plopped onto the ground. Then, it came to life and scurried away on short, stumpy legs. It ran itself into a ridiculously scaled cup, and effortlessly vaulted over one of its sides, at least as large as it was. Riley forgot the screaming of the demanding hostess and went over to the cup. It was painted blue and yellow, and a large crack ran through it. Within sat the little creature, shivering from its near miss with death. Riley reached in to pet the little creature. It was odd, looking nothing like anything she'd seen in the normal world, but it looked frightened, and surely something as small as it can't be dangerous.