Turning away from her... distraction, Carmilla sniffed disdainfully at both of the trickster ghouls. Truthfully, she was jealous that the impromptu up-do looked good on her twin and would therefore look good on her, but she refused to stoop so low as to request Shock's help in replicating it. When Lock made his own jibe about entertainment, she stomped back to the couch and snatched the bags from Carver. "Lillith, I carried all of this here. [i]You[/i] can make the punch." With that, the vampiress shoved the bags into her sister's arms. She pulled a bottle of blood wine and a corkscrew out of one of the bags. It wouldn’t likely matter in the long run if she started drinking before the party got into full swing, and besides, she also needed something to make it easier to tolerate being here. Lilith rolled her eyes, but obligingly took the bags after taking one more moment to pat Lock affectionately on the head. Carver’s front mouth smirked. “They [i]weren’t[/i], but thanks to Jack and Jewel, Finkelfart doesn’t get a say in the matter anymore. Jack even let them get away with manslaughter, wrecking everything in sight until I was free.” Her back mouth grinned as widely as the puckered lip design allowed. “You should have seen it! Shock even built a [i]bomb[/i] and no one stopped her!” “Bomb?” A voice echoed down as Agatha flew into the window on her broom. “What are we talking about?” She swooped down to hover by Barrel, careful to try and make her skirt swish in [i]just[/i] the right manner for him on the way down. “Wow, Agatha, even Sobki beat you here! Aunts forget how to close the shop on their own?” The teen witch offered Barrel a hand to help her down from her broom as she answered the pumpkin creature. “No, I just couldn’t decide what to wear.” “Don’t you only own two outfits?” “That's why it's such a hard choice!”