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The phony dressed as V had spotted Jolly alone again shortly after he'd left Delicacy. He had been about to approach him when the cowboy from earlier returned to the green unicorn's side instead. Well, at least things hadn't seemed to have gone badly for the parrot phony, then, if the cowboy had come back.

Truths hung back, unable to deny his amusement at watching the whole thing unfold. He wondered if either of them had recognized the situation for what it was. It seemed the cowboy had been the instigator given his outgoing personality, especially in comparison to what Truths knew of Jolly's, little though that was.

From what little he knew, though, he thought he could understand why Jolly was having such a difficult time. Truths was willing to bet that either the other unicorn stallion still didn't understand his own feelings or somewhere deep down he knew and was just in major denial.

Having overheard some of their conversation, the vermilion unicorn had to keep from laughing aloud when he heard Jolly's question to the cowboy.

Caramell followed Orbit's gaze towards the bowl of halloween colored chips and reached to bring it closer. As she did so, she stole a few chips herself, tucking them into her mouth with a cheesy grin. "Mmm! Could use some melty cheese though...." she mused, thinking some spooky queso with maybe olives for eyes or something would be lots of fun right now. "Here ya go!" Caramell smiled to orbit, holding the bowl to her little rider before glancing back towards the other foal. "See anything else good over there worth trying? Nothings better than free food!"

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Macaron listened to the conversations around him with a mixture of horror and shock. Sprinkles was suddenly creating slumber parties that everyone was invited to.

1. They weren't foals anymore. Adults don't HAVE slumber parties.
2. If they DO have slumber parties, it certainly wasn't for sleeping.

Sprinkles, what on earth are you doing!?

When he and Swing were invited, his brain fizzled out. There was no way int eh entire ever-loving world he was going to let this happen.

But then they weren't invited. Macaron breathed a sigh of relief for himself, though the slightly predatory looks that were being given back and forth made him worried to say the least. More than anything, Macaron wanted to flee. He was surrounded by phonies, within shouting distance of his sister, and put in a very strange place where he was sure something odd was about to happen.

His pupils shrank slightly and he wished the floor would swallow him up.

"Sprinkles....I don't think Swing and I would be...appropriate for your...slumber party." he choked out. "That's...more of a mare thing...."

If only Mint were here to wrangle the cow-phony instead of Macaron. He never knew how to handle his siblings.

When Rocky Road leaned in, Jolly Roger found himself leaning in as well, listening with fierce concentration and perked ears. The best thing, the jewel of the party... well, this was a mansion after all. There was bound to something good behind closed doors. Not that he would actually steal anything but it was the thought that counted.

He waited for the reveal, even holding his breath as the cowboy whispered...

... ‘you’.

His heart did something weird in his chest and his stomach exploded with butterflies but all outwardly he did was stare dumbly and utter a single, "oh." This was horrible. This was a disaster. He probably should have been expecting that and he’d walked right into it.

But he couldn’t really be angry because it actually felt nice.

Jolly Roger turned his face away, trying to pretend he wasn’t embarrassed and blushing again and spotted the red stallion from earlier. He scowled at him with a look that clearly said ‘what the hell are you looking at?’.

Oops; he'd been spotted. Though his face was hidden behind a full mask, his snort of amusement at Jolly's question must have been noticeable enough. He considered clearing his throat to try to pretend it had just been another meaningless noise but in the end he decided against it. Even if the cowboy had seen him, at least he hadn't yet seemed to attract the parrot phony's attention.

Regardless of the mask hiding his face, though, the cowboy's response to Jolly made Truths look away regardless. He wasn't sure if it was from second-hand embarrassment or the fact that he was hearing things that obviously weren't meant for him or a combination or something else altogether.

Whatever the case, he admired the cowboy's courage to say something so openly and within earshot of other phonies. And to the intimidating Jolly Roger, no less. Truths supposed that was how the draft stallion had managed to get this far in his endeavors, though, regardless of how stubbornly obtuse Jolly seemed to be being.

Aaand there it was. The moment of realization as it dawned on the green unicorn just what his companion had meant. Hard Truths grinned almost as broadly as the mask he wore and was especially glad to be wearing it when he found out Jolly had noticed him after all.

Of course he would have noticed him. Chances were that the parrot was, at that moment, trying to look anywhere but at the source of his flusterment (aka Cowboy) and redirect his embarrassment into annoyance and hostility toward a different target. How did he know he was likely to do this? Because it was very likely what Truths himself felt he would have done had he been in Jolly's shoes at the time.

Bowing his head in what he hoped seemed like an apologetic and ashamed manner, the Guy Fawkes mask-wearing unicorn backed off, leaving the couple to their privacy once more. All the while he couldn't help thinking how useful it was to have one's expression hidden from view. Otherwise he knew he very likely would have earned a great deal more enmity from the eye-patched stallion.

The reactions for the slumber party idea was hit and miss for some of the invitees. But that didn't deter Sprinkles at all. Gleefully, she spun around in a circle. "Yes, yes! A slumber party is the definitely best with everybody! And don't be silly! A slumber party isn't just a 'mare' thing, they are fun for everybody. We can have a stuffed animal judging contest, and make smores, and sing karaoke. "

But at the mention of food, Sprinkles was easily steered back towards the idea of having a snack. "The food does look delicious! Food.. dance.... food... dance.... Do you know that some people dance with food on them? I can't believe I never thought of that as a costume. Next year, Macaron, you need to dress as one of those ladies with the fruit hats. It'd be so much funnier than your normal hat."

(( XD As always, weekend = ridiculously long and busy shifts... ))

Confetti had been steadily eating his way through the table, having a little big of everything. All food was equal in his eyes! It was like a party in his mouth! He mixed marshmallows with those chocolate chip-things, chips with bagel-bites, green leafy things mixed with red saucy things... it didn't matter!

He looked over at Out of Orbit with a small grin when the request for cheese was made! "Oh oh oh! A cheese hunt?! Yush! Let us hunt for some cheese--- it isn't a mouth-party without cheese!" he jabbered excitedly and smiled at Orbit, hoping she would be just as into hunting for cheese for their lovely forest guardian as he was.