It seemed suspiciously generous of Drew to invite you to his burrow for lunch. It seemed too good to be true when you entered his quarters and saw a simmering stewpot in the center of the room.
But not to worry! There's nothing in the pot but a thin broth, there's no proper food anywhere in sight, and Drew is still the no-account mooch that he's always been.
As reassuring as all this is, though, you're still pretty hungry.
An Interactive Fiction in one act by Ryan Veeder
Release 2 / Serial number 130422 / Inform 7 build 6G60 (I6/v6.32 lib 6/12N)
As of right now you are in Drew's hole, a cozy (and murky and grimy) dead end in the tunnels' residential neighborhood. This is where Drew does his stuff and generally hangs out. Vague piles of junk lurk in the corners. The ceiling roils with a cloud of thin smoke, which spills out of the room through the doorway to the south.
Drew is here, lounging on a beanbag. "I'm souper excited about this stew!" he cries, without getting up.
In the center of the room, over a small fire, sits a stewpot.
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