In a puff of smoke, a bowler cap appears. I pull my self out of it, wearing black, simple, cloth pants. I'm also wearing a white long sleeve, slightly torn from whatever else was in my hat. I remove my hat and pull out a table, chairs, cups, a thermos of somewhat hot tea.
"Tea, anyone?" I smack my face realizing something. "I forgot to introduce my self," I say, pouring tea into the cups. "I am Werternut."