[17 follows MOMO to the tea party room. He watches MOMO express her joy like any child. Hands tuck away in his pockets, he enters and studies the room. It's an indoor with an outdoor feeling. He rubs the bottom of his foot on the grass to get a feel of it, it's real. There's a soft breeze and it's coming from somewhere beyond the walls.
He rubs ones of his golden hoop rings, looking around some more, until MOMO catches his attention again.]
What's what?
[His question answers when she reads the card out loud.]
It sounds like a riddle.
[Which doesn't interest him. Meanwhile, he fiddles with a place card on one seat reading '#17'. He arches an eyebrow at it. They expect him to sit for tea or something?]
TEA
He rubs ones of his golden hoop rings, looking around some more, until MOMO catches his attention again.]
What's what?
[His question answers when she reads the card out loud.]
It sounds like a riddle.
[Which doesn't interest him. Meanwhile, he fiddles with a place card on one seat reading '#17'. He arches an eyebrow at it. They expect him to sit for tea or something?]