Make a Fuss

You explain, as politely as possible, that you're an adult, and you don't see any reason to strap yourself to a puttering electric cart for a short ride to the manor.

The driver narrows her eyes at you, but quickly smiles. "Suit yourself," she says, as she presses the pedal to the floor.

The unexpected lurch forward pushes you back into the seat, but the top speed of the little cart is as you assumed.

The cobblestone path winds for a long while through thick woods, with small stone and wood outbuildings appearing now and again.

The driver speaks at great length about the Wellness Ranch's mission, and boundless philanthropy of Ms. Freya Featherton. It sounds to you like a random collection of buzz words and platitudes: lots of 'holistic' this and 'innovative' that. You start to zone out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a strange shape at the edge of the woods. You turn to look just as the cart turns sharply around a corner. What was that?! A scarecrow or a statue of some kind?

"What might be your business with Ms. Featherton," the driver asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Do you Explain Your Mission or Keep a Lid on Things?