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The she-wolf smiled up at the dead-cat-thing (she really did know his name, she swore!). "Guess you're made of sturdy stuff then. I'd probably have been dazed." She shrugged and looked back over at the ghoul as she returned. A small part of LW was disappointed that Basil hadn't been able to get to the thing-causing-new-disturbance. She had heard someone mention it being shiny. Shiny was always good.

"Yeah, it kinda does hurt a bit. And can throw off my balance." She had her tail in her lap for now, running her fingers through the fur. Those same fingers froze as she heard what Kilo said and violet eyes flickered over to Vaith. He'd gotten the thing? And, were those bells she heard?! Oh Candlejack! She loved bells. Great. Now she really wanted to go look at them.

And she could have sworn she'd heard something about 'girly parts'. What in the hell? It made her really glad she wasn't one for skirts or dresses of any sort. But where had that small voice drifted from?

Fidgeting in her seat, she realized she had 'forgotten' her manners. Sort of. Glancing at dead-ca...Kilo, LW made quick introductions between Basil and him. "Oh right! Basil, this is Kilometer. Kilo, this is Basil." Her eyes never left the reaper who had the bells as she attempted to catch a glimpse of them. She also hoped that dead-cat-thing (oh Jackdamnit!) didn't mind her introducing him to Basil.

Kilometer looked at this arm. Sturdy? If he was anyone else he might have thought that was amusing but he’s not therefore he lost the humor. The same thing happened prior with another remark LW said. “You might not have if you knew a reigndeer would have stepped on you.” He replied back.

“Hm?” LW took the honors with introducing him to Basil. He answered back with some more staring and a nod.

Faint had been on his way back to his seat when he heard the conversation about tails. He leaned over slightly and raised a brow and the red she-wolf. "You poor thing. Your tail got stepped on?" His own tail flicked and hid behind his leg in terrified sympathy. He was pretty certain that no matter what your species, if you had a tail and it got stepped on, it hurt like a b***h.

It seemed like everyone was sustaining some sort of injury from the bone-y surprise. His hand still throbbed slightly when he thought about it. Was there not a normal train ride to be had in all of Halloweentown?

"Vell enough." Johan replied, though he doubted the ghoul heard him. He watched her flee over to another ghoul with a bemused expression. Ghouls.

Well, no reading material, and his tentative conversation had derailed more thoroughly than this train ever could. Johan sighed, and stared out the window at the passing scenery. Where were they going, anyway? This wasn't the track he'd taken to come to Amityville, so there wasn't anything remotely familiar out there. Chin resting on hand (which still hurt), he pondered over the possibilities until movement on the opposite seat caught his eye. Oh. The hunchback had returned. And he was holding something in his hands that wasn't another hand. Wait.

"Vas that vhat the old man gave you?" he asked, curiosity prompting him. Now that he thought about it, the old man seemed to have been trying to warn them about something. Had he been trying to warn them about the reindeer? Or had it been something else? Something to do with that card, perhaps?

A sole gnome walked into this cabin, looking rather sheepish, for anyone who might have spotted it. Though there were quite a few voices talking over him, he did try. "Hello students, we would like to present your meal today."

Another gnome dragging cart came up behind him.

"However, we uh, thought your meal was boring so we wanted to spice it up a bit. This backfired. Literally." He opened the large pan on top of the cart, showing everyone the burnt contents. "So yeah, unless you want to eat burnt remains, there will be no food served today, thank you."

Eracs nodded back. "Didn't that Sandy Clause have a bunch of them, would make sense for there to be more than one!" Which wasn't a good thing but he figured it out by himself. He adjusted his hat since he realized it was crooked. "It has been an ... exciting time. At least we all lived so far!"

Besides, the other trains could have had a worse time. Lucky for the scarecrow if he ended up impaled it wouldn't hurt him. "I would like to hang out later with both of you!!" He made friends, finally! Eracs nodded. "I hope it is over but we aren't even there yet so..." He turned his head. "Oooo the train is moving!" Yeah he was a little late on that fact.

The gnome caught his attention. "Meal?" Never mind... "None of it is left at all?" Darnnn.

Kilometer still remained silent, though unlike before he broke his stare with a blink, then shifted his gaze elsewhere after Basil’s words.

His head tilted slightly at LWs giggle. Why was he being giggled at? He did not recall doing or anything anything funny. His head turned to his side. Is that really the body of someone sturdier? He shook the thought from his head.

Listening to LW talk about her tail and stepping on it made him think of his own. Not due to the action of stepping just the mention of a pain in the a** tail. Hers was all big, puffy and soft looking while his was thin, split and broken. It was a major pain in the a** reattaching the jack damn tips of BOTH tail tips, especially since he had to FIND them first. He sat on the back of the seat in front of where they were seated originally. Staring at his tail he flicked each tip separately.

Kilometer’s focus landed on the new presence, he seemed to be a were-tiger of some kind, before getting distracted by the sudden appearance of the gnome with a food cart. I wonder what he brought with him... What do gnomes eat anyway? Wait.. he wouldn't be bringing gnome food. What a ridiculous thought. Under the top was just burnt remains of what could have been an extremely tasty dish, whatever it was. What a pity, everyone’s food getting burnt that is. Thankfully for him he’d eat practically anything, burnt or not. The appearance of the food meant nothing to him. He’s used to eating things that would literally kill others. Poisonous, spicy, sweet, bitter you name it. Anything goes into whatever is left of his stomach. It was all quite tasty for what he was concerned; it's just another food dish.

Like hell he'd be the first to ever go near that cart though.

"Of course I'm serious. If no one else is going to eat it I will. You mustn't let food go to waste, that's foolish." Junko sighed and blushed, trying not to look at Sin. It was embarrassing that they all had to hear Her go on and on about how She would just eat the food for them. Junko had never gotten sick before from something She ate, she wasn't sure if such a thing was possible, but she had a feeling there was a first time for everything. She didn't seem to notice, or care if she did notice, so Junko was the only one showing any kind of shame.

"She'll eat anything that is, technically, edible. Even if it tastes disgusting to everyone else. She--er...we were taught to always clean our plate." Because they had to 'get their money's worth!' or something. At Sin's question though Junko nodded, lifting her sleeves. They did look like they were filled with things if one really looked. She didn't have enough for the entire car but for her friends she could surely spare a few snacks and still be able to feed Her enough to shut Her up. That was what the bento box was for! "Would you guys like some?"

"Junko..." Junko frowned, turning her eyes toward Her. "I wasn't kidding. I'll eat the charcoal. Have someone bring it to me, I can't move." Oh, right. Her hair was lifeless right now. She sighed and rubbed at one of her temples, looking both apologetic and slightly exasperated.

"I guess I'll take a couple plates." She said to the gnomes, frowning. This was so embarrassing.