*Artsy wiggles his finger, luring you into his direction. The smells get stronger. The tension gets heavier.*

*Artsy remains sitting down on the ground on his picnic blanket, food and food crumbs everywhere. A lot of food. ranging from the biggest desserts, to the biggest dinners. Its an all you can eat buffet.*

*He pats the blanket, as an order for you to sit.*