> Examine poster that looks suspiciously like you.

Lydia examines the art well, as she had done for many years. She recalls a time where she looked up to this visage as some sort of maternal figure. Of course that seems quite silly now. She's moved on to more mature attachments.

> Playdate with your stuffed animals, henceforth.

A tea table sits, and has always sat, just beyond your (the readers) view.

Lydia invites her guests for a spot of tea.

The honorary fauteuil remains empty. The silence is deafening. It becomes clear to the party what the true purpose of this gathering is.