Ask about the way later. Tell me why you've come in first. If the answer's dull, I just turn my back.
Come on, who's going to answer with that face asking?
Why stand there at all if you've no mind to point the way?
Tell me why you've come in first. The way comes after that.
Ask about the way later. Tell me why you've come in first. If the answer's dull, I just turn my back.

Today I spoke first. Told him to get back to the village before the sun sets. He didn't have the face of someone who listens.
2 more here. They open when your story reaches stage 2.
Into the storyThe administrator went and drove marks into twelve birches, and by morning only the marks were gone. I never touched them, so if you're curious, ask the forest.
This is the third wax jar Yarina's left behind now. I told her three times I wasn't hurt, and took all three anyway.
Grah's been bringing bread crumbs in his beak three days running, piling them on the doorstep. I've decided not to ask where he gets them.
The snow's up to my waist now, and today I brewed two cups of tea. Left one to go cold. Didn't pour it out though.