You agree eagerly.
From Reddit Choose Your Own Adventure
You both go into the kitchen, where the aroma of roasting beef along with the sweet cinnamony aroma that reminds you of apple pie become overwhelming. You ask what the smell is.
"Well, I reckon you can smell the roast. And then there's the special apple sauce that I use with the roast, and you can probably smell that. And I steamed some carrots that I grew in the garden out back, plus some biscuits I threw together. And that's about it." As he tells you this, he lays everything out on the table, and your mouth begins to water. The roast is huge, the heap of carrots are steaming and the biscuits, large and golden brown, add their own intoxicating aroma to the mix. The old man starts to sit down, but gets back up again. "Knew I forgot something," he says, more to himself than to you. He walks over to a cupboard and pulls out a glass jug filled with an amber liquid. "My own personal stock of alcoholic cider."
You and the old man stuff yourselves, spending hours eating the large roast and the surprisingly good apple sauce, along with many many glasses of cider. At first you are too busy eating to talk much, but as you slow down, you start to joke around. The cider has you feeling warm and amiable, and has clearly affected the old man the same way. He tells you his life story, and how he ended up a hermit. Somewhere along the way the sun sets, and the stars come out. He insists on going outside to look at the stars. There's a patch of grass behind the cottage with a clear view of the sky. You stretch out on it and simply gaze at the stars, awed at their surreal beauty.
