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Their entourage truly sounded like something from a fairy tale, at least the way Confetti Daze had explained it. Though it went unmentioned, Confetti was clearly the heroic adventurer! The "fair maiden" straightened up slightly, as if to try and fit the profile offered by her colt-friend. However, her composure did not remain when he suddenly shouted about a new feature that had been overlooked.

"Cheese... fountain...?"

At the nice steady trot that Totoro had been using, they approached the wondrous sight. The cheese was glistening and brilliant orange, a color that was perfectly appropriate for a Halloween party.

It took her a moment to acknowledge Totoro's query, but eventually the filly chirped "Oh, right!" With her hooves, she scooted the chips onto the table near the fountain of queso before sliding off the forest guardian's back. Then she grabbed a chip and stuck it in slowly into the stream of cheese flowing down.

This was an important test.

These were easier waters to navigate. He could do this. Jolly Roger was a pirate with his own ship and his own crew, he could have a simple conversation with a handsome stallion and not make a fool of himself.

"I’d turn you into a fine pirate," he promised, looking the cowboy up and down. His size combined with a small makeover to make him look the part of a fierce pirate would be more than enough to strike terror into the hearts of landlubbers... plus, he’d be useful for carrying things around. "Aye, I’d have you."

It took two beats for his own words to sink in.

His brain stopped, his body froze and he hoped the other wouldn’t notice the insinuation.

Cotton nodded at Smooth Swing as he furthered his point. "We are at a party this is true. But it's so much fun to plan and have MORE parties!" she giggled. However at the mention of the banana goal, Cotton paused and glanced around. Where had he gotten off too? And then an idea struck.

"OOOOH! What if you just had him sit on your head! He's dressed as a banana, he's technically fruit heehee." she giggled as she glanced at the siblings in turn. First the adorable sprinkle cow then the macaroon hatter. The idea seemed sound to her! And totally adorable!

However her attention shifted back towards the Pegasus as he approached her and bowed, asking her to dance with him. Gasping softly, Cotton smiled, raising a hoof to her muzzle. "I would be honored to share a dance with the Captain." she nodded, holding out her gloved hoof towards him.

With the once-over, Rocky was near preening, shifting his withers and his forelegs as if to give a better idea of what was going on beneath all the clothes. It was unusual for him to be so covered to begin with, but he was draft; it's not like he could hide all his build.

Unfortunately, he entirely caught the insinuation, and that it was said in response to his own. A grin formed, quick and easy and all too joyful, but he didn't pin the words to the Captain. No, he wanted to show interest, not be an (entirely -- okay, mostly) immature prat that howled over wordplay. He knew what Jolly Roger said, and the pirate knew damn well what he said, and what was a Phony whose word was not their bond?

"That's good to know," he remarked instead, looking terribly pleased with himself, as if the pirate had, in fact, said much more than the words shared. "I'm a good one to have. You wouldn't regret it." There was that small bit of prat peeking out, the way his grin was a bit uneven, the mischievous glint in his eyes.

But it passed, and Rocky pretended to be a functioning adult once again. "You'll have to give me a private tour of your ship sometime." He did want to see what Jolly Roger called his own, to pick out the nuances that made it 'home' for the other -- but those thoughts were far away for the moment. The reality was, he was all about said moment. "'m just glad you'd opt to keep me instead of haul me overboard~"

Though she already had a chip that was doused in cheese, Out of Orbit didn't eat it right away. Totoro had declared she would taste her chip to make sure things were safe.

Why would it not be safe for consumption? The filly's innocent mind began to mull over the notion of unsafe cheese.

Was it maybe too hot? The more the wide-eyed Filly thought about it, the more that possibility made sense. Cheese didn't just melt for no reason. Cheese required heat to melt.

So rather than nibble on her cheese adorned chip, Out of Orbit instead meekly offered "Please, Totoro, make sure it is safe!"

Jolly Roger was grateful the other stallion didn’t take advantage of his slip of the tongue. He had been braced for it, ready to weather the storm (and probably excuse himself for another bathroom break) but other than a grin that seemed knowing, the other's response was tame. It only made him more endearing, even if that glint in his eyes was slightly worrisome. As if the ‘I’d have you’ would crop up again in conversation another day, never forgotten.

His ship, his pride and joy; The Flirty Mermaid. Only with the mention of showing her off, the mere thought of setting sail, out into the water and away from the madness of Halloween and costumes and interactions that were rockier than a dinghy in a storm, did he make an expression other than scowling or confusion.

He smiled.

A brief flash, a crinkling around his eyes, full of fondness.

"Aye, I’ll do that. She’s a real sight," he promised. The thought occurred that they could go now. Do away with this place and seek the comfort of his familiar home. His crew would either be asleep by now or out and about, enjoying the night. It would be embarrassing, certainly, if he was caught bringing someone home again, but it wasn’t as if he’d be doing anything more than showing off his pride and joy. "Might still toss ya overboard," he joked as he considered the possibility. "The night is young."

Confetti was beyond pleased that his friends were just as happy as he was about this fountain of cheesy goodness. He pronked about a bit chanting and singing some ridiculous song he'd just made up on the spot, "Cheese cheese cheesey cheese, get in my tummy if you please... and if you don't please I'm sorry to say, I'm going to eat you any-ways!" Falling over in a fit of giggles, he watched as the two started dipping the chips, only for the little filly to hesitate over it's safety.

Jumping to his hooves at another chance to be a good friend, "Oh! I'll check!" he yelped and grabbed the nearest edible thing off the table, which just so happened to be a strawberry. With little hesitation, he dipped the juicy fruit in the flowing cheese and then dropped the whole thing into his mouth. Oooooh, it was amazing! Chewing in rapture, he tried not to get cheesy-juice on everyone as he called out, "It's safe and so goooooood... mmmmm...."