You bring back a white yam and it's not a huge success with the parapets. Turns out it's quite bitter, stringy, and unpleasant. In fact these parapets decide they need to fly down to the local well and wash the aftertaste away with some water. You did, however, brought them something, and they do appreciate the thought, so they ask if you want a ride down back to your tent -- which you luckily spot soon after takeoff. And so, the night wraps up with you crawling in for some good morning's sleep, and you absolutely still definitely know what a parapet is.