Nice that it worked out but deception and playing games would be a huge red flag for me. Nothing about that instance in particular, it’s just that I’d always wonder “is this situation for real or another trick?”
Maybe the immediate followup fixes it. You were strangers then after all. And after eight years of course you know what you’re working with haha
Damnit now I’m just rambling to myself, carry on!
I thought the same thing about 3 until I realized that I’m more than 7 inches tall/wide/deep, so I can’t actually pass through anything, just get horribly mangled when I make it halfway through the door.
Now here’s the million dollar question: how many times per second can I teleport? Because if I can teleport at let’s say 1khz… now we’re talking
That looks great! They’re almost always buried completely under leaf litter around me, must be nice to find one without digging!
What elevation are you at? Seems crazy to find chanterelles in July
“Have a link?” Ohh I do! I love these Ames Room
How fun is this?! YouTube Live Action Ames Room
As an aside: I’m gonna say the simple “perspective shifted so far that it’s unrecognizable to the untrained eye” counts as an illusion, because the first time I saw one, I was indeed tricked.
In addition to the previous gravy comments, namely that you absolutely must use some crumbly sausage textured protein and the associated fat, I’ve got something else to mention.
Perfect crumbly biscuits are so good and also so tricky to make, that I feel like there’s a slim chance you nailed it the first time, so keep trying.
I struggle to nail it and I’ve been attempting on and off for decades. What makes it difficult is:
if you over-work them (stirring more than ~12 times) and the ingredients become homogenous, the texture is ruined.
They’re still edible but nothing like the real deal.
If the ingredients get warm then the butter will melt and once again ruin the texture.
If you cut the biscuits wrong (e.g. twisting) the sides will “smear” together and they won’t rise right, ruining the texture again.
A perfect (buttermilk/crumbly) biscuit should be fluffy, crumbly, golden brown on the outside, white on the inside and have 10-20 little yellow butter “pearls” dispersed throughout it, something like tiny blueberries in a blueberry muffin.
Even knowing all that, I still find myself failing often and chasing that 5-10% of times when they came out perfect. That said, I’m shit at baking bread for some reason, just cursed it seems. Other people (grandmas notably) can just fucking nail it every time.
The gravy should be pretty easy: start with a generous amount of fat, lightly brown a little flour to make a slurry, add milk little by little until it’s thick like a chowder, add black pepper and “sausage” crumbles. You can always add more milk, NEVER ADD MORE FAT
Deadly Galerina likes to grow on dead conifers.
Death Cap grows on tree roots, not sure if that counts.
There aren’t a ton of mushrooms that grow on healthy living trees I think, so it’s kinda hard to find a poisonous example but maybe Jack O’ Lanterns count. They can grow at the base of living hardwood trees. They won’t kill you but you will have a very bad time. I think there’s another closely related species that grows on both conifers and hardwoods.
Smart servers just put the check and the card between the people if it’s not obvious who’s paying. I’m a great test case for this because my spouse and I both happen to have first names that could belong to a man or a woman.
It’s pretty much random which one of us pays because we pool our money anyway.
Often they drop the bill in the little book and we stick the card in the end of it and put it back on the end of the table, they come by, run the card and then come back….
you can see the fear in their eyes sometimes, like “oh shit. This could be either one of them… 50/50 chance I annoy the one who’s writing the tip”.
We’ve both worked service industry so we don’t care at all and tip well either way but it’s pretty funny to see the realization sometimes.
Oh and, if it’s two people on a date (not a boring old married couple like us eating dinner) and there’s only one bill… 9/10 it’s the guy paying.