"We were told it was a pretty big deal from the get-go," Angeal replies, even as he casually hands over a cup and a slice of pie to her. Rosie may note that it's the sort of flavor profile she's more inclined to... and of course no chocolate. "So I guess this much isn't too surprising."

And for a second, he just stands there with her a minute, watching as people pass them by, go to the games or the food or any other silly thing that could be at a party.

Waits just long enough for people to have dissipated elsewhere, leaving them a decently sized bubble of personal space, before he mutters to her out of the corner of his mouth. "So what's with the outfit?"