"You seem to have gotten into the swing of it already." Called a boyish looking man from a nearby patch of gnarled and dead trees. He was dressed entirely in evening wear, half-cape and top hat and everything, all accentuated with garish green and purple patterns of pumpkins and moons and screeching cats. Laid casually across his shoulder was an umbrella decorated much the same way. Everything from the tip of his hat down to the buckles on his shoes was unreal and fanciful.

"I'm sorry, was I not supposed to respond to that part?" he asked, smiling warmly and scattering the contents of a packet held in his other hand around the forsaken grove around him. His canine teeth were pointed. "Lovely evening, isn't it?."