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Sacha was about to admonish Gary for taking all the cookies, but a certain witch attaching herself to his shirt distracted from that train of thought. He had tried explaining to the girl that he already had someone when they had first met, but to no avail. Nowadays he just tried to avoid mentioning her little crush on him, treating her as if a little sister. Not that she seemed to notice. 

"Gary, put away the pole. Fighting is strictly forbidden at tea parties, you know that." He gently admonished his friend. "I'll help you with the garden later, alright?"

His platter of cookies had been passed around, with a few humans at least trying to polite. Like the blond boy- he seemed earnest enough, but perhaps he was just really hungry. The others, however, were still very much cautious. It wasn't like they didn't have the right to be cautious- the hooded figures were rather weary of what the humans would try to do, and yet they were just being downright rude and hostile. How could they act like that to Mr. Cuddles? The poor bear hadn't done anything wrong, and yet the man with glasses and the dangerous looking spear was spouting downright hurtful things on purpose. 

Before he had a chance to go and give the guy a polite piece of his mind at his rudeness, everyone was quickly ushered to their seats. Unfortunately the situation was tense as ever, especially that they had been joined by the other Nobodies that had been helping set up. No doubt the hummons were still trying to grasp the situation and understand the situation. He dutifully pushed a plate of cakes away from Gary to avoid her from eating too many sweets. It would serve no good to have a hyper Gary on their hands while they discussed. 

[i] "Thanks a bunches for the food! I was really hungry. This is like, the best turkey i've ever had."[/i]

Sacha blinked, a small but very pleased smile forming on his face. It was good that someone was enjoying this tea party, he had worked very hard on making it just perfect for everyone. He lifted a plate of finger sandwiches, offering them to the hungry boy. "We grow our herbs in the garden. Vegetables too, so I promise they're fresh. And unpoisoned." He frowned in the direction of the red-headed girl again.

As he had thought, C's words caused quite a bit of an uproar, once again the loudest being the guy with the spear. Luckily others were at least willing to listen.

"Fighting is forbidden at tea parties," He spoke up, voice soft but firm. "And we'll all be going home. All of us. We'd be working together so we can do it faster." His eyes are sincere, before a worried look flashes across his face. "And there's no time. For some of you. It depends on the person, but-" He shook his head, trying to figure out to rephrase what he wanted to say. "Your memories are fading, aren't they? How many faces and names can you still remember? It happens at different rates, but they'll disappear." He glances at the rest of the hooded figures. "That's why we need to team up. Before you forget everything, because when you do-" He stops, looking to C as if gauging how much they should tell the humans at this point.