At the time of the announcement Kat was busying feeding various carcasses to her beast. Pausing she leaned up against him as she thought it over. Valentines was just one of many pointless holidays they seemed to celebrate; at least at Christmas you got gifts. This one was horrific, the celebration of [i]love[/i], it was enough to make you sick. On the other hand, she had never been able to resist an occasion that allowed her the opportunity to look like heaven and cause hell. And she did have the perfect dress; well all her dresses were perfect. Ok, so she would go, she decided, kicking over the last of the food, let's see how these less than average Midgardians throw a party.