Since you're probably going to be there for a while, and you trusted Mrs. Treman, you make small talk.
"Oh, I see. Um, what's your daughter's name?"
"Her name is Megan. She's fourteen, almost fifteen, come June. Kept her father's last name; Sear."
"That's a nice name. Uh, I don't really mean to be rude, but is there another place I can stay instead of this glass box?" you inquire.
Mrs. Treman eyes you suspiciously, then says:
"I don't think that's such a good idea, you could get hurt. And I also have a twelve-year old who might not be so gentle with you."
"No, please, I'm really claustrophobic, don't you have like a dollhouse or something, somewhere where I can breath easy?
"The only places you'd be able to stay are in my daughters' rooms.
The dollhouse is in my twelve-year-old's room. Her name's Wendy, and it belonged to her when she was younger. The second place is a terrarium in Megan's bedroom, we used to have frogs in there. It's your choice, since I agree the glass box must feel like a prison to you."
"Thanks a lot, for everything. I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't found me. Let me think for a second before I choose."
You can't believe how cooperative you're being with your captoress, but she appeared to just be trying to help. So, what do you choose?
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