Schön is a riddle wrapped in an enigma, written in a maze that's been cut into a puzzle, with its pieces scattered on half-a-dozen continents in a succession of puzzle-boxes wrapped in a guy who looks like David Bowie. Muppets optional.

He waits quite patiently while Amelia tests the branch, and offers no reproof upon her return, simply a smile. "I'm pleased it suits. Martha would have grown suspicious if I'd tended her gardens twice in one day. Shall we?"

Downstairs, the dining room is sparsely populated at... mid-afternoon, it seems? A Rodian is picking over the remains of a piece of pie, while a young man who looks human but for the cadaverous white cast to his skin and the tubes and wires that seem to dig right into his skin (his armor is strange, black and boxy, one hand entirely enclosed by a gleaming, rectangular piece of chrome with two slots in the top*) munches contentedly on a piece of jellied toast.

It would appear that the inn is a family business, as their server is another chicken-person, smaller than the one at the desk and with thinner plumage of variegated red and white. Schön looks to Amelia, inviting her to place an order, if she's feeling brave enough.

*: Cameo by an old nexus-goer, Seven of a Bunch, the failed Borg.