Within moments, you’re back at the intersection of Michigan Avenue and Washington Square, and you quickly turn to head south. Maybe it’s an instinct for familiarity and self-preservation that leads you in this direction, as you had been safe there minutes earlier. Or, perhaps you remember that south of Michigan has more shops and restaurants and people, and figure there will be strength in numbers.

Even without turning around, however, you know the dragon is behind you. You hear a whoosh of flame, and then, inexplicably, the smell of burnt caramel and some popping sounds. Perhaps someone was holding a bag from Cravings Popcorn when the heat overwhelmed them?

Against your better judgment, you stop, turn around and see your fears were correct. But you also see another person just two doors south taking photos of the dragon with their cell phone. The dragon seems to smirk at this bravery, only to incinerate the photographer with a single fiery snort. Ironically, the man was turned to ash directly in front of a storefront whose window boasts a sign proclaiming “no photos.”

Guess he should have read the sign.

But you notice something, too. The former photographer had apparently put down several bags of peanuts before he had tried to capture the moment, and the dragon seemed to have halted its campaign of mayhem to stare at these bags. It moves its head closer to the fallen bags and sniffs, as if trying to determine their contents.

It’s genuinely curious about the peanuts, you think. Maybe that’s all it needs, and it will leave us alone.

Do you:

Cautiously pick up the bags of peanuts and offer them to the dragon.

Or:

Take advantage of the dragon’s distracted state and resume your southward sprint down Washington Square.