Tantalizing smells lure you into a kicthen, where you find a woman dressed in dark robes. As she chants an incantation over the bubbling concoction on the stove, you realize that you are in the presence of a witch. You watch as she sprinkles a white powder in to the pot. Magenta smoke rises to the ceiling. While you stare in amazement, the witch turns and notices you.
"Hungry?" she askes.
"Uh, not really," you answer.
"Oh, don't worry about the smoke," she says. "It's perfectly harmless."
"I was just looking around," you explain.
"Why don't you check out the backyard, then," she suggests. "We have a nice waterfall there. Whatever you do, don't go into the garage. You might not come out."