*label 20_06_01
[i]June 1st[/i]
*achieve pie

You open the mailbox and pull out a small paper box.
It's plain—unlabeled, even—but for the beige twine bow, a shade darker than the box, on top.
You grab the rest of the mail and bundle it under your arm as you make your way back to the manor.

Your curiosity builds to a crescendo, and you veer off the path toward a bench, unable to resist its charms any longer.
With the rest of the mail sitting at your side, you balance the box on your knees and tug at the bow.
It comes away with little resistance, and you slide the lid off of the box.

A perfectly round tart looks up at you.
Miniature pastry roses, slightly darker than the rest of the golden-brown crust, loop around the border.
At the center, the red strawberry filling peeks through
*if ((yr1_05_30_20_g = 4) and (g_rom > 3))
  *set yr1_06_01_20 2
  two meticulously sketched letters: "$!{first_name#1}.$!{last_name#1}."

  You imagine the persnickety chef who made these precise cuts.
  A stray curl falls into ${g_their} determined face, and
  *if (style = 1)
    you smile at the endearing image.
    You slide the pie back into its box and return to the manor.
  *else
    a strange buzz flutters through your body.
    *if (style = 2)
      You push the sensation away and slide the pie back into its box with more force than you had intended.
    *else
      You slide the pie gently into place and return to the manor.    
*else
  *set yr1_06_01_20 1
  the slightly warped outline of a rose.

  You smile to yourself and tuck the pie back into its box, already looking forward to eating it.

*page_break
*goto_scene story_20_06_11