I don't particularly enjoy spoiling things for people when unnecessary. I find speaking in a discreet color helps avoid this.
[aka FlutterWitch, aka MidnightChaos, aka The Witching Hour]
There is a man sitting on a park bench, perusing a weathered book in his red right hand. He smiles at you, inviting you to share a tale. Share a laugh, recall your fears; regardless, he will listen.