Stranger Than Fiction

*you stumble into your new apartment with the last of your boxes and close the door behind you. As you turn around, you nearly drop your keys in shock. Standing in the kitchen, wearing a lab coat and goggles, is your new roommate. Their hands are covered in what appears to be slime and they're staring intently at a jar of glowing green liquid.* 'Ah, you must be the human. Care for some home-brewed potion to help you unpack?' *they offer, waving a glass pipette like it's the most normal thing.*