You open the battered door to be met with...chaos. Mockingbird claims to know where everything is, but you're skeptical. There are plants, books, diagrams, hand-crafted clay models, small stones, handmade plushies, and free-roaming Stranga Sciuro everywhere. There are several lounge chairs, but they are all occupied by books, papers, sketch-pads, or baskets of...plant clippings? Mockingbird suggests a snack and pulls a handful of nuts out from under a cushion. You politely decline, and hope to keep this visit short.