Penelope brings the glass to her lips and watches intently as the man slinks off to join the others. To her surprise he stops short of Bessie and lingers with another pair about to exchange signatures. She was about to turn back then, when another commotion sparked at the foutain. Her eyes grew wide, and she nearly lost a mouthful choking back laugher watching as the pen sails into the fountain. As if that wasn't enough he immediately turned to Bessie then, and begins with a bow. What it was he seemed to be so facinated with concerning demons she would never know. 

"He'a certainly committed to that costume" she reasons. "Or maybe hes been at the bar for a little too long." 

Ever so slightly she raises her glass in toast to herself this time, once again congratulating herself on a choice well made to steer clear of the chocolate crowd.